The Sex Crusades
by John Romaglia 


TO THE READER 

While fictional in nature, this book has, besides entertainment, the purpose 
of acquainting the reader with manners of sexual activity at times practiced 
within contemporary society. 

 -The Editor 


CHAPTER ONE 

Gunther, King of Burgundy, was forty years old when Brother Anton came up 
from Rome to preach the new Crusade. 

"Let him go and preach somewhere else!" Gunther said to his lady, Queen 
Hildrid. "like my father before me, I have until now resisted all attempts 
to talk me into going on one of these Crusades, and my kingdom and my 
household have both profited from it! I have no intention of going off now, 
when it is nearly time for me to be finding a noble husband for my oldest 
daughter!" 

"I quite agree," answered Queen Hildrid. The lady was an extremely beautiful 
woman with long flowing blonde hair, and few who did not know her would have 
believed her to be the mother of two teen-aged daughters as lovely as 
herself. "But it would be a discourtesy to the Holy Father in Rome to send 
Brother Anton off without even seeing him!" 

Hildrid, five years younger than her noble husband, was especially proud of 
her full breasts, which still retained their youthful shape, and she was in 
the act of tightening a gown with a low-cut bodice that would show off her 
round breasts to best advantage. 

"I suppose you're right!" Gunther grumbled. He sent for his steward and 
directed that the full court should meet that evening for a feast to honor 
the Pope's representative. 

The news of a formal feast spread quickly through the castle, and everyone 
was very excited. King Gunther's daughters, Princess Andrea, seventeen, and 
Princess Caroline, fifteen, met in their apartments and laughed together. 

Princess Andrea took after their mother. She was blonde and fair, with blue 
eyes, and her legs were long and shapely. Her breasts were already swelling 
with womanly sexuality, and her little ass was perfectly curved. 

Many noble gentlemen had come to her father's court to ask for Andrea's 
hand, but her father had not yet made his choice among them. King Gunther 
thought his daughter was a prize catch, and he intended to find the son of a 
king as powerful as himself to marry her to. 

"Tonight I will get to see Charles!" Andrea sighed. 

Whatever plans her father might have for her, Andrea had long ago given her 
heart to handsome young Duke Charles, of her father's court. But her father 
had no intention of allowing his daughter to marry one of his own retainers, 
and their love seemed doomed. 

"Father will be angry if you and Charles spend too much time together!" 
Princess Caroline warned. 

Caroline, fifteen years old, took more after King Gunther. She was dark, 
with long black hair, but her eyes also were blue, although darker, almost 
violet. She was a smaller girl, but no less lovely. Her slender legs were 
perfectly shaped, her ass was a curved delight, and her breasts thrust 
proudly forward, tipped with large rose-colored nipples. 

Suitors had also asked Gunther about his intentions for his younger 
daughter, but he turned all aside by remarking that she was still too young 
to be thinking about marriage. 

But Caroline was not too young to think about sex. In fact, she thought 
about it all the time, and so did her sister. They talked about sex a lot, 
but they were both very innocent. In fact, they were virgins, and neither 
one had ever even seen a man's penis. 

"Father won't even notice what I do tonight!" Andrea laughed. "He'll be too 
busy arguing with Brother Anton about the new Crusade!" 

"I can hardly wait to see Brother Anton!" Caroline sighed. "I hear he's 
amazingly handsome!" 

Hardly anybody had seen Brother Anton yet. He had asked for a small suite 
for himself and his companions, and was not scheduled to appear until 
dinner. 

The two lovely princesses started trying on all their best gowns, laughing 
and looking at themselves in the mirror. 

"Look at this one!" Andrea said. "If I wear it without a shift underneath, 
you can see my nipples through it!" 

"I'll show you how to make them look even better!" Caroline said. Reaching 
into her sister's bodice, Caroline caressed Andrea's nipples until they were 
erect with passion. 

"There! Now look!" 

Andrea looked in the mirror and saw her nipples pressing against the thin 
cloth. 

"I like that!" she said. "Do it some more!" 

Andrea took down the front of her gown and sat on the edge of the bed. 
Caroline sat beside her and started caressing her lovely sister's erect 
nipples. 

"Does that really feel good?" Caroline asked. 

"Oh, yes! Do you want me to do it to you?" 

"Sure!" 

Caroline stripped to the waist, and the two girls stroked each others' 
breasts. Soon both their nipples were erect with desire. send Brother Anton 
off without even seeing him!" 

Hildrid, five years younger than her noble husband, was especially proud of 
her full breasts, which still retained their youthful shape, and she was in 
the act of tightening a gown with a low-cut bodice that would show off her 
round breasts to best advantage. 

"I suppose you're right!" Gunther grumbled. He sent for his steward and 
directed that the full court should meet that evening for a feast to honor 
the Pope's representative. 

The news of a formal feast spread quickly through the castle, and everyone 
was very excited. King Gunther's daughters, Princess Andrea, seventeen, and 
Princess Caroline, fifteen, met in their apartments and laughed together. 

Princess Andrea took after their mother. She was blonde and fair, with blue 
eyes, and her legs were long and shapely. Her breasts were already swelling 
with womanly sexuality, and her little ass was perfectly curved. 

Many noble gentlemen had come to her father's court to ask for Andrea's 
hand, but her father had not yet made his choice among them. King Gunther 
thought his daughter was a prize catch, and he intended to find the son of a 
king as powerful as himself to marry her to. 

"Tonight I will get to see Charles!" Andrea sighed. 

Whatever plans her father might have for her, Andrea had long ago given her 
heart to handsome young Duke Charles, of her father's court. But her father 
had no intention of allowing his daughter to marry one of his own retainers, 
and their love seemed doomed. 

"Father will be angry if you and Charles spend too much time together!" 
Princess Caroline warned. 

Caroline, fifteen years old, took more after King Gunther. She was dark, 
with long black hair, but her eyes also were blue, although darker, almost 
violet. She was a smaller girl, but no less lovely. Her slender legs were 
perfectly shaped, her ass was a curved delight, and her breasts thrust 
proudly forward, tipped with large rose-colored nipples. 

Suitors had also asked Gunther about his intentions for his younger 
daughter, but he turned all aside by remarking that she was still too young 
to be thinking about marriage. 

But Caroline was not too young to think about sex. In fact, she thought 
about it all the time, and so did her sister. They talked about sex a lot, 
but they were both very innocent. In fact, they were virgins, and neither 
one had ever even seen a man's penis. 

"Father won't even notice what I do tonight!" Andrea laughed. "He'll be too 
busy arguing with Brother Anton about the new Crusade!" 

"I can hardly wait to see Brother Anton!" Caroline sighed. "I hear he's 
amazingly handsome!" 

Hardly anybody had seen Brother Anton yet. He had asked for a small suite 
for himself and his companions, and was not scheduled to appear until 
dinner. 

The two lovely princesses started trying on all their best gowns, laughing 
and looking at themselves in the mirror. 

"Look at this one!" Andrea said. "If I wear it without a shift underneath, 
you can see my nipples through it!" 

"I'll show you how to make them look even better!" Caroline said. Reaching 
into her sister's bodice, Caroline caressed Andrea's nipples until they were 
erect with passion. 

"There! Now look!" 

Andrea looked in the mirror and saw her nipples pressing against the thin 
cloth. 

"I like that!" she said. "Do it some more!" 

Andrea took down the front of her gown and sat on the edge of the bed. 
Caroline sat beside her and started caressing her lovely sister's erect 
nipples. 

"Does that really feel good?" Caroline asked. 

"Oh, yes! Do you want me to do it to you?" 

"Sure!" 

Caroline stripped to the waist, and the two girls stroked each others' 
breasts. Soon both their nipples werejerect with desire. 

"It does feel nice!" Caroline said. Soon the two beautiful teenagers were 
squirming with pleasure. 

"Would you like me to suck them?" Andrea asked. "Oh, yes!" Caroline giggled. 

Andrea bowed her pretty blonde head and brushed her lips against Caroline's 
breasts. She could smell the sweet scent of her sister's young body, and it 
aroused her. Andrea stuck out her tongue and gently licked Caroline's left 
nipple. 

"Ooohhh! That really feels nice!" Caroline laughed. 

Andrea licked all around the nipple until it was pulsating with pleasure. 
She started sucking gently on it, and Caroline gasped with delight. 

"Oh, this is great fun!" Caroline said. "Do it to the other one!" 

Andrea sucked one and then the other, until Caroline was gasping with sexual 
joy. The little beauty had never been so aroused, and she was twisting 
sensually around on her lovely ass. 

"Let's take off all our clothes and lie down together!" Andrea suggested. 

Caroline eagerly agreed, and soon the two sisters were lying naked side by 
side. They embraced and their lips came together in a passionate kiss. 

Andrea opened her mouth and penetrated Caroline's lips with her tongue, 
making her sister quiver with passion. 

"Ooohhhh!" Caroline shivered. "Andrea, I've never been kissed like that 
before! Do you kiss men like that?" 

"Charles kisses me like that sometimes!" 

"Andrea, really? What else do you and Charles do?" 

"I let him touch my breasts! He feels them until my nipples get hard, and 
sometimes I let him suck and kiss them!" 

"I'll bet that really feels good!" 

"It does! Caroline, have you noticed that having your tits played with makes 
you feel tickly down between your legs." 

"Yes!" Caroline said. "It feels all hot and wet down there." 

"Well, sometimes I let Charles touch me down there!" 

"Really? On your pussy?" 

"Yes! And that REALLY feels good!" 

"Oh!" 

Andrea sucked Caroline's rose-red nipples, and her hand slid down Caroline's 
stomach to her soft pubic hairs. 

"Will you let me touch you between your thighs, Caroline?" 

"Sure, if you want to!" 

Giggling, Caroline opened her legs, and Andrea's soft dainty hand started 
touching the girl's soft pleasure-flesh. Caroline moaned and writhed with 
pleasure. 

"Oh! Ah! Oh, Andrea, what are you doing?" 

"I'm playing with your clitoris! Clit, for short! Do you like it?" 

"Oh, yes, it feels so good! Ooohhh, I can't lay still! It tickles real hard, 
like I have to go piss! Play with my clit some more, Andrea!" 

"Don't you want to play with mine, too." 

"Yes! Let's do it to each other!" 

Andrea spread her white thighs for her sister's hand, and she showed 
Caroline how to find her clit. 

"There-right at the top of my crack, just above the opening to my slit!" 

"Right here?" 

"Ooohh, yes! That's it! Roll it around under your fingers." 

"Mmmmmmmm!" 

And so the two beautiful sisters diddled each other's clits, until both were 
squirming with sexual arousal. "Does Charles do this to you?" Caroline 
asked. "Whenever I let him!" 

"You let him put his hand up between your legs like this! Underneath your 
skirt, Andrea." 

"Of course, silly! But that's not all he does." 

"Ooohh! What else does he do, Andrea." 

"Sometimes he does this!" 

And with these words, Andrea moved her finger down until she was fingering 
the entrance to Caroline's slit. 

"Ooohh! I really like that, Andrea." 

"I can tell! I know you like it." 

"How can you tell?" 

"Because your little pussy is swelling open with sexual excitement, and it's 
running over with sweet slick cunt-juices!" Andrea explained. 

"Oh! Is yours like that too, Andrea?" 

"Find out for yourself!" 

So Caroline moved her fingers down Andrea's crack until she located her big 
sister's vaginal lips. 

"They're so soft! And so wet! And slippery!" 

"Move your hand up and down between my pussy-lips!" Andrea moaned. "Do to me 
just what I'm doing to you!" 

Princess Andrea dipped her fingertip into the opening between the lips of 
Caroline's vagina, making the younger girl's round ass squirm with delight. 
Caroline did the same thing to Andrea, and soon both were panting 
passionately. 

"We're fucking each other with our fingers!" Andrea moaned. "Finger-fucking! 
It's called finger-fucking!" 

"Well, it certainly feels good! I just love it when your finger moves around 
inside my slit like that! Would a man's cock feel this good?" 

"Better, I've heard! They're a lot bigger!" 

"Have you ever seen Charles'? " Caroline asked. 

"No! But I want to! Maybe tonight I'll put my hand inside his trousers and 
make him show it to me." 

The girls now encountered each other's maidenheads. 

"Is that your cherry?" Caroline asked. 

"Yes! And I'm touching yours, too!" 

"I can feel you. Hey! There's a little hole in yours! I can just get my 
finger through it!" 

"Yours too!" 

The two lovely girls finger-fucked each other until they were both threshing 
around with sexual excitement. "I think I'm going to have an orgasm!" Andrea 
moaned. "What's that?" 

"Oh, Caroline! That's the best thing in the world. You just lie still and 
I'll show you. Relax and let me diddle you!" 

So Caroline relaxed on her back while her big sister played with her sex 
organs, bringing her to her first sexual climax. Andrea used both hands. 
With one hand she finger-fucked Caroline's little slit, while the fingers of 
the other hand manipulated Caroline's throbbing lust-button, and soon 
Caroline was squirming and gasping with new sensations. 

"Ooohh, Andrea! This feels so good! My loins are throbbing with pleasure! My 
little clit is pulsating with good sensations, and my slit is having spasms 
of delight!" 

Andrea moved her hands faster and faster. Caroline's body shivered with 
delight. Her limbs shook with pleasure, and sweet slick juices flowed out of 
her cunt. 

"I'm going to make you come!" Andrea giggled. "I'm going to make you have 
your first orgasm, and you're really going to like it.! " 

Wave after wave of pleasure surged through Caroline's loins, until the 
beautiful teenager was squirming out of control with delight. 

"Oohh! Oh! Oh! Faster! Don't stop! It feels so good! Keep doing it! Ooohh, 
it keeps getting better and better!" 

Pretty soon the pleasure-waves came so fast there was no space between them. 
Caroline's muscles were drawn tight with tension, and the lovely girl gasped 
and moaned. 

"Ooohh, fuck me with your finger! This feels wonderful! Oh, shit! It gets 
better and better! It's getting really good now! Ooohh, Andrea! OOoooohh! 
OOHH! Ooohh, help! It feels too good! FUCK!! FUCK!! I think I'm coming!" 

Andrea kept her hands moving, and Caroline squirmed all over the bed, legs 
jerking, breasts bounding, ass writhing, as the first wave of her first 
orgasm flowed through her crotch. 

"OOHH!! OOOOOHHH!! YES!! YES!! YES!! " Caroline screamed. "FUCK ME WITH YOUR 
HANDS! I'M COMING! MAKE ME COME!" 

Young Princess Caroline felt her muscles tighten almost to the breaking 
point. Then everything released in one huge convulsion of pleasure, and the 
lovely teenager screamed and trembled as the joy flowed through her body. 

"I'M COMING!! I'M HAVING AN ORGASM!! I'M HAVING MY SEXUAL CLIMAX!! " the 
girl babbled, delirious with pleasure. It seemed as though she would come 
for ever, but finally the spasms came to an end, and the delighted girl sank 
back on the bed. 

"Ooohh, Andrea!" Caroline sighed. "That was fantastic! You mean Charles has 
done that to you?" 

"Yes! And it feels even better when a man does it!" 

"No wonder you love him so much. Now do you want me to do it to you?" 

"Yes, please!" 

Andrea stretched out on her back with her legs spread. Caroline crouched 
between her feet and looked at Andrea's lovely cunt. 

"You have blonde pussy hair and mine is black! Does mine look all wet and 
pink like yours." 

"Yes, it does!" 

"And does my little clit swell up like yours when I get excited." 

"That's right!" 

Using her dainty hands, Caroline carefully separated the lips of Andrea's 
crack so she could examine her sister's vagina more closely. 

"And the lips of my slit swell open like this, dripping with creamy fluids?" 

"Just like that! Come on, Caroline! Play with my pussy!" 

Caroline put one finger on Andrea's clit and started rolling it around. 
Andrea immediately started moaning, and her pretty round ass squirmed on the 
bed. 

"That's right! Frig my clitoris, little sister!" 

Then Caroline inserted the tip of her finger up into Andrea's slit, moving 
it around until Andrea's cunt was throbbing with joy. 

"Yes, fuck me with your finger!" 

Andrea closed her eyes and purred while Caroline stroked and frigged her sex 
organs. Her loins were filling up with passion, and Andrea could feel her 
limbs tensing and spasming with pleasure. 

"Faster! Frig me faster, Caroline! It feels so fine!" 

Slick creamy fluids were oozing from Andrea's pink cunt, and Caroline used 
them to lubricate the girl's glowing clit. Andrea whined and sobbed as the 
pleasure surged through her crotch. 

"Yes, yes! Faster, faster! I'm about to come!" 

Caroline increased her speed until Andrea's back arched with delight. Andrea 
gasped and jerked, and her ultimate pleasure swept over her. 

"OOHH! HERE I COME! I'M COMING FOR YOU!" 

Andrea jerked and twitched, her limbs trembling with passion. Waves of 
orgasms flowed through her belly. Her cunt throbbed with spasms of sexual 
delight. 

"MY CUNT IS HAVING AN ORGASM! OOHH, SHIT, THIS FEELS GOOD! FUCK ME WITH YOUR 
FINGER!! " 

Caroline could feel Andrea's cunt tightening around her finger, and then the 
contraction turned into a huge convulsion of pleasure as Andrea reached the 
peak of her climax. 

" AAAAAHHHH!! OOOHHHH!! FUCK!! SHIT!! CUNT!! COCK!! " 

Andrea squirmed and twitched, babbling obscenities, until her orgasm was 
over. Then the two girls laid down together and relaxed after their mutual 
pleasure. 

'Thank you for giving me my first orgasm, Andrea!" Caroline sighed. "It was 
really wonderful!" 

"And thank you for getting me off!" Andrea answered. "That was almost as 
good as the way Charles does it!" 

After a while the two girls got up and got dressed for the dinner. They wore 
their finest clothing to honor their father's guest. When they were ready 
they called their attendants, all young ladies of gentle birth. Then they 
all went down to the great hall together, and all those present remarked on 
the beauty of the two daughters of King Gunther of Burgundy. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

King Gunther of Burgundy was famous far and wide for the splendour of his 
court, and he spared no expense to honor the Pope's deputy. The walls were 
draped with the finest tapestries, rich cloths were spread over the long 
tables, and a thousand candles were lighted in the hanging lamps. 

All the members of Gunther's vast court were present, and they all wore 
their best finery. A king's ransom could have been paid with the gold those 
splendid ladies and noble knights wore on their bodies, and much of it was 
gifts from the generous Gunther. 

Richly-clad minstrels wandered among the company, singing songs about 
Gunther's famous ancestors and other legendary heroes. Wine and ale were 
served in great quantity, and hundreds of toasts were drunk to the honor of 
Gunther and the Lady Hildrid. 

Gunther was dressed most richly of all the men. He wore a silk robe 
embroidered with silver and golden threads, a gift from his kinsman, the 
King of the Franks. On his head rested the heavy gold crown of the dynasty 
of the Burgundians, and at his side hung his famous sword in a scabbard 
encrusted with jewels and hilted with solid red gold. 

Nor was the queen any less richly attired. Her gown of the most costly silk 
had been carried all the way from Kathay, and had been part of the dowery 
she had brought from her father, King Olaf of Norway. On her head she wore a 
priceless crown of gold covered with sparkling precious stones, and her 
fingers were covered with rings of great value. 

When the Pope's representative was finally announced, everyone was waiting 
to see what kind of impression Brother Anton would make, because everyone 
knew the Holy Father in Rome was rich beyond comparison. They were all most 
amazed when the Papal deputy appeared in a simple black monk's robe, without 
a single golden ornament or silver thread. 

"Greetings from the most Holy Father to the famous court of Burgundy!" 
Brother Anton called. His voice was impressive if his dress was not, and all 
stopped talking while the black-clad brother walked slowly up the central 
aisle. 

Then everyone who saw his eyes understood the power of the man, and why he 
needed no fine clothing to impress the company. His eyes were dark, almost 
black, and they glowed out from under his black beetling brows with an 
unearthly light. Brother Anton walked slowly up the aisle, looking carefully 
at everything around him, and when he finally came to the base of the 
throne, he looked up and his eyes pierced the king and queen as if he was 
looking right through them. 

Then King Gunther spoke his formal greeting, and men said afterwards they 
had never before heard the famous king speak with such hesitancy. Gunther 
welcomed Brother Anton profusely, and added a prayer for the health of the 
Holy Father in Rome. He described the piety of the court of Burgundy, and 
concluded by mentioning the honor he felt in entertaining the Pope's 
representative. 

Brother Anton never removed his piercing eyes from Gunther's face, and for a 
long time after the king had stopped speaking the black-clad monk studied 
his face. Finally he spoke. 

"Gunther of Burgundy, I have not come here to listen to you sing the praises 
of the Holy Father in Rome, for well do I know he is so exalted he hardly 
needs the glorification of earthly mortals! You tell me how loyal the 
Burgundians are to the Holy See, and yet you have not yet spoken the words I 
am waiting to hear!" 

All the company stood in shocked silence, for they had never heard anyone 
scold their king to his face before! 

"I look around me and I see many trappings of a rich and successful life! 
Everywhere I have traveled I have heard nothing but praise for the courage 
and the richness of King Gunther and his hundreds of knights! Now I wonder 
if I have come to the right place after all, because I see much evidence of. 
richness, but very little indication of the famous Burgundian courage!" 

When the knights of King Gunther's court heard this taunt they all growled 
menacingly, and did not stop until King Gunther raised his hand for silence. 

"Brother Anton, we are prepared to listen to anything you say for the sake 
of the Holy Father, but I cannot understand what had happened that allows 
you to fault the courage of the Burgundian knights, who are famed across 
Europe for their valour in battle!" King Gunther sternly informed his guest. 

"Well, King Gunther," Brother Anton continued, "if your courage is not at 
fault, then perhaps I have been misinformed! I was under the impression that 
the court of Burgundy was a Christian house-hold, and that the religion of 
our Holy Father was followed and practiced in this land!" 

"So indeed is the case, Brother! "Gunther said. "I have my own personal 
chaplain, and I am shrived daily, after which I hear Mass sung for me and my 
family! Nor are my lands less well supplied with the priests of our mother 
church! What reason can you have for doubting the sincerity of our faith?" 

Brother Anton looked around the huge hall with his powerful glance, 
affecting a look of amazement. 

"Then I do not truly understand! If you lack not for gold, and lack not for 
courage, and lack not for Christianity, then I cannot understand what kind 
of curse of demonic possession it is that makes you tarry here at home when 
every other Christian kingdom with an ounce of gold to spare and enough 
courage to arm themselves has answered the Holy Land of our Saviour's 
birth!" 

Now a complete silence fell over the company, and Brother Anton turned the 
full withering potency of his gaze onto King Gunther, who sat scowling on 
his throne. 

Gunther chewed his words well before answering. "Brother Anton, I cannot 
blame youfor pursuing the task you have been given with all the means at 
your disposal, and for that reason, and for the sake of our Father in Rome, 
I will not hold you to task for the insults you have delivered against the 
courage of me and my knights! If you think the manhood of Burgundy lacks 
fortitude, then I urge you to try to organize an invasion of Burgundian 
territory, and see how far you will get! But I do not consider my courage to 
be lacking if I do not choose to go off on an adventure into some foreign 
land, involving myself in troubles that do not concern me! You may tell the 
Holy Father that I shall continue all my generous contributions to his 
monasteries and churches, and I shall continue to send my church taxes Rome 
each year! You may even inform him that if the Saracens should invade Italy 
and attack the Holy See, I shall instantly organize my whole company and 
ride to his defense! But as long as the Saracen stays in his lands I shall 
stay in mine, and I suspect we shall both prosper all the more for it!" 

When King Gunther said these words many of the Burgundian retainers and 
their ladies cheered, but Brother Anton quickly silenced them by a sweep of 
his burning glance. 

"I cannot believe these words I have just heard!" Brother Anton thundered. 
"Truly, I must be in the land of cowards or heathens, or both! If you knew 
the daily suffering that our Holy Father in Rome endures, knowing that the 
fiendish heathens hold the very ground where our Blessed Lord was born, 
suffered, died and was resurrected! The Holy Sepulchre is used as a Saracen 
brothel! Heathen ceremonies are held in place of our Saviour's birth! How 
can any decent man rest at ease until these lands are again in Christian 
hands?" 

Now King Gunther was righteously enraged, and he stood up from his throne, 
shaking with anger. 

"We have heard enough of your insults, Brother Anton! You may tell the Holy 
Father in Rome that I intend to continue minding my own business; and the 
world would probably be better off if everyone else did the same!" 

And with these words King Gunther took Queen Hildrid's arm and led her out 
of the hall, and most of the company followed. Brother Anton glowered at 
them, but no one met his eyes as they filed out of the huge room.- 

Only two people were unaware of what had happened. Back in a dark comer 
behind a tapestry, Princess Andrea and her beloved Duke Charles were 
reclining on the floor on top of Charles' silk cloak. 

Charles had unbuttoned Andrea's bodice, and he was caressing her lovely full 
breasts. 

"What lovely titties you have!" he whispered. "Does it please you when I 
fondle them until the nipples become erect?" 

"Oh, yes, Charles! I love it when you do that! It makes my whole body shiver 
with desire! You may kiss them if you like!" 

Charles bent his handsome head and brushed her nipples with his lips. The 
rosy nipples shivered with joy, and Charles was soon sucking them, one and 
then the other, until Andrea was squirming with sexual arousal. 

"Charles, "Andrea whispered, "did I ever tell you it tickles me between my 
things when you do that?" 

This information inflamed Charles' lust, and he found himself groping up 
Andrea's skirts. 

"May I then touch you there, and perhaps relieve your itching?" 

"If you want to, Charles! But be gentle!" 

Charles' hand slid up Andrea's smooth white thigh, until he could feel her 
soft pussy hairs. Andrea opened her knees so Charles could explore her soft 
moist crack. 

"You may fondle my little clit if you like! That always gives me great 
pleasure!" 

"Is this your little lust button, then?" 

"Yes! You have found it! Oh, rub it, my beloved!" 

"I can feel it swell with passion as I fondle it, my love! Does that give 
you joy?" 

"Ooohh, yes, yes! Ooohhh, my whole crotch is throbbing with lust! Rub my 
clit! Roll it under your fingers! Oh, you make my cunt feel so good!" 

Soon the lovely princess' skirts had crept up to her waist, and she laid 
squirming on her back, her little round ass writhing as bold Charles stroked 
her sex organs. 

Charles rolled Andrea's clitoris under his fingers until the beautiful 
teenaged girl was panting with sexual arousal, and she put her hand over his 
and moved his finger down to the area of her swelling slit-lips. 

"Feel me down there for a while, my lover! Do you feel how my slick nectars 
flow for you?" 

"Indeed, your sweet slit fills me with the flames of desire! I can feel how 
your virgin vagina is swelling open with lust, and I can certainly detect 
the slippery juices that ooze from your twat!" 

"Rub your fingertips back and forth inside my slit-lips, up and down my 
crack." 

"like this?" 

"Aaahhh! Ooohhh! Yes! Yes, that feels so good!" 

And then Andrea did something she had never done before. She reached out and 
started caressing Charles' loins, feeling for his cock through the folds of 
his trousers. 

The lovely princess found something long and hard, and Charles moaned and 
wiggled around when she stroked it. 

"Ooohh, my love! "he gasped. "You have never touched my manhood before!" 

"I felt like I wanted to do it! Does it make you feel good?" 

"Oooohhh, God, yes! It absolutely thrills with joy when you caress it like 
that! Please don't stop!" 

"Would it feel better if you took it out of your pants?" 

"Yes! Here, let me! There!" 

"Oh! Oh, Charles! It's huge! I had no idea it would be so long, or so big 
around! What shall I do to make it feel best?" 

"Here, like this! Wrap your soft little hand around it-yes! Now, slide the 
loose skin up and down the hard shaft-like that! Ooohh, Jesus Christ, yes, 
yes! That's fantastic! My cock is throbbing with pleasure!" 

Sweet beautiful princess Andrea used her dainty soft hands to jack off 
Charles' huge erection, and the valiant knight writhed with delight, surges 
of joy thrilling through his swollen cock. 

Andrea used her in agination, and soon she was stroking the bulbous knob 
with one hand and jacking with the other. That made Charles squirm with 
sexual pleasure, and the bold warrior increased his attentions to the lady's 
loins. 

"Would it displease you if I penetrated your vagina with my finger?" he 
asked. 

"Oh, no! Please do it! I think it would feel quite good! But be gentle!" 

Charles moved his finger around inside her slit lips until she was flowing 
with pussy juices, and her little vagina was swelling open with lust. Then 
he started probing her soft pink slit with his fingertip, until she gasped, 
moaned, squirmed, and nibbled on his shoulder. 

"Ah! Oh! Charles! Ooohh, my lover, I can tell you how good that feels! My 
whole pussy thrills with delight from your penetration! Please move your 
finger around inside me!" 

"like this, my lady?" 

"Aaaahhhh! Yes, yes, like that, my beloved! Ooohhh yes, frig my little slit 
with your strong finger." 

"In truth, lady, I would do any thing you asked, for the pleasure my cock is 
getting from your soft hands knows no bounds! Already my testicles are 
tightening with lust! Would you like to feel them." 

"Where? Down here? Those round things with the wrinkled skin?" 

"Ooohh-oohh! Yes, that's them! Oohh, yes, tickle them! Fondle my balls and 
jack my cock, sweet Princess!" 

And so the two noble lovers fondled and frigged each other, until both were 
quite inflamed with lust. So great was their concentration that they heard 
nothing of the drama in the hall, and they remained where they were as the 
rest of the company filed out the great double door. 

Brother Anton stood in the center of the room until everyone else had left, 
and then he glowered around him at the empty hall. His sharp brooding eyes 
spied a moving tapestry, and the monk padded silently over to the corner 
where in Andrea and Charles were caressing each others' sex organs. 

The black-robed priest peeked around the curtain and observed the two 
handling each other. A lascivious smile spread across the monk's dark face, 
and he made himself comfortable to observe them in their love-making, 
listening to their impassioned conversation. 

"Oh, Andrea, my love, you have made my cock as hard as it has ever been! 
Your soft sweet hands drive my dick crazy with desire! Can you feel the 
passion-juices leaking from the twitching piss-slit?" 

"I feel them, Charles! And I feel your twitching balk pulsating in my hand! 
Do you feel the way my cunt contracts with desire when you stir it with your 
finger?" 

"Indeed, sweet Andrea, it makes my cock jerk with joy when I feel your tight 
slit grab my finger! You know, I think can feel your maidenhead-and there 
seems to be a hole in it A hole just large enough for me to stick my finger 
through!" 

"Aaaahhh, yes, yes! Do it! Do it again! Keep doing that Fuck me with your 
finger, brave Charles! It makes my cunt quiver with delight when you stroke 
your finger in and out o my tight little twat!" 

Charles stroked his finger in and out of Andrea's virgin vagina, making the 
lovely girl's round ass squirm with sexual pleasure. In gratitude, Andrea 
fondled Charles' cock and balls with tender passion, until Charles' large 
erection jerked with spasms of delight. 

Both the young lovers were overwhelmed with sexual desire, and they embraced 
with their arms, rubbing their loins together. Charles' stiff cock rubbed 
between Andrea's creamy thighs, giving stimulation to her clitoris and the 
wet lips of her slit. 

"Aahh, my brave lover!" the girl sighed. "I can feel you rubbing your manly 
cock up between my legs! I can feel your swollen cock-knob sliding back and 
forth across my clit and the lips of my pussy!" 

"Ooohh, Andrea, your little cunt feels so soft! Your little pussy lips are 
swollen open with lust, and I can feel the slick gravy flowing out to 
lubricate my cock!" 

"Charles, that feels so good! Do that again! Press your cock-knob up against 
the lips of my cunt and push! like this! Ooohh, yes, that feels so good! Can 
you feel me when I squeeze down on my pussy?" 

"By Christ, yes! It feels like the sweet lips of your twat are kissing the 
sensitive head of my dick!" 

The two lovers kissed and embraced, and their naked ass squirmed as they 
rubbed their inflamed sex organs together. Writhing and moaning, the noble 
couple aroused themselves to a state of sexual delirium. 

Andrea squirmed over on her back with her legs open, and Charles found 
himself lying on top of her, with the tip of his cock still between the lips 
of her pussy. Andrea lifted her legs and hooked her heels behind Charles' 
knees. 

"Aaahh, Charles! Charles, you feel so good! Stick it in just a little 
farther! Wiggle it around! Oh, oh, oh! Ooohh, Charles, that feels sooooo 
good!" 

"Mmmmmmm! Oh! Aaaaaahh-aahh-aaahh! Andrea, Andrea, my cock feels so good! 
Your little twat is so tight and slippery, it makes my hard-on shiver with 
pleasure!" 

"Push higher! Yes, yes, yes! Ooohhh, yes! Do it! Move it around inside me!" 

"Oh! Andrea, I believe I have just run into your maidenhead! Does it hurt 
you when I press like that?" 

"Oh, God, no! I love it! I want you inside me! All the way up inside my 
slit! Push, Charles! Fuck me, please!" 

Overcome with passion, Charles thrust forward gently with his hips until he 
could feel the girl's maidenhead separating for the tip of his cock. Andrea 
winced and moaned, but she pushed upward with her ass, helping him break 
through. 

"Oh! OOHH! YES!" the beautiful girl gasped. "Now you've done it! You've just 
broken my cherry, Charles! And you're fucking my virgin cunt! Does it feel 
good?" 

"In truth, my darling, I swear nothing has ever felt sweeter in all my life! 
My cock is singing with joy as it pushes into tight virgin folds of your 
vagina! I can feel every twitch of your tight twat, and each one fills me 
with ecstasy!" 

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me! Charles, I've waited so long to be fucked! And I love 
every inch of it! Push your cock all the way in me, and then lie still and 
just move your ass around! I want to feel the full length of your big cock 
moving around inside me!" 

Charles did as his lady asked. He filled her tight virgin slit with his cock 
and then ground his hips, rotating his erection inside Andrea's vagina. The 
lovely princess squirmed and panted, and she raised her higher and wrapped 
them around the young duke's ass. 

They fucked slowly until their passions became too aroused, and then they 
started moving up and down, almost out of control, their sex organs so badly 
desired the pleasure of friction. Charles' lean flanks humped up and down, 
and his large erection stroked in and out of his young lover's slippery 
pussy. 

"Yes, yes! Oh, now I want to be fucked with more vigor! . Move your cock in 
and out of me! Fuck me fast, Charles! Oh, shit, this feels so damned good! 
Please keep fucking me, Charles!" 

"Ooohhh, my love, I have no choice! I couldn't stop if I wanted to, for my 
animal body so loves this pleasure it would disobey any command to cease! My 
cock craves the sweet friction of your tight wet young cunt!" 

"Oh, keep fucking! Keep fucking em, Charles! I want your hard cock to fuck 
me fast and deep! Yes! Yes! Uh! Oh! Aaahh!" 

Brother Anton watched the young couple fuck until he could sense the 
approach of Duke Charles' orgasm. Then the black-clad friar threw back the 
tapestry and filled the hall with his ringing voice. 

"So this is how the young nobility of Burgundy acts when it thinks itself 
alone! Is this the daughter of a queen I see here wallowing in fornication 
like a common tavern slut? And is that her father's loyal liege-man, a duke 
no less, I see toiling to spill his seed between her lascivious thighs?" 

Charles screamed and leaped off Andrea immediately. Trying to shield her 
half-naked body, he at the same time reached for his sword, but Brother 
Anton had taken the precaution of placing his sandaled foot firmly on the 
hilt. 

The youthful duke looked up into the full power of Anton's terrible glance, 
and suddenly the young nobleman went limp-cock included. 

"Oh, please, good friar!" Charles begged. "You must not reveal to anyone 
what you saw us doing! The king's heart would be broken! I beg you as a 
gentleman to keep this a secret!" 

"Gentleman!" Anton scorned. "You should have been thinking of these things 
when you allowed yourself to mount the man's virgin daughter! Gentleman, 
indeed! As a gentleman myself-which I seldom claim to be! I have no choice 
but to report this to my host, the man you would both call master!" 

Now Charles flung himself at Brother Anton's feet, kissing the broken 
toe-nails. "Please, please, sir! I'll do anything you ask! Ask any service 
of me you may want performed! I will deny you nothing that it is in my power 
to do or give!" 

Brother Anton studied the groveling knight for a moment. 

"Swear it!" he thundered. "What?" Charles quaked. 

"Swear it! Swear you will do anything I ask of you, if I promise not to 
reveal your shameful sins here today!" 

"I swear!" Charles shuddered. "I swear upon my word of honor!" 

"Very well! Stand up!" 

Charles climbed shivering to his feet, meeting Brother Anton's eyes with 
great difficulty. 

"Now listen to me, Charles! Here is what I want you to do! The Holy Father 
has sent me here to recruit men, arms and money for the next crusade, and I 
mean to accomplish that, despite the seemingly united resistance of King 
Gunther and his entire court! Do you understand me, Charles?" 

Charles nodded his head. 

"You task is very simple, Charles! You will become the leader of a 
pro-Crusade party within the court! You hold a high rank, you are a close 
kinsman of the king, and you have a great reputation as a fighting man! Many 
of the younger knights will follow your lead, when we tell them about all 
the glory and booty that is to be won in the Holy Land!" 

Duke Charles gasped and blanched. "I can't do that!" he groaned. "The king 
would consider me a traitor, and he would never grant me Andrea in 
marriage--! " 

"Will he grant you her hand any quicker if he knows you have already stolen 
her maidenhead? Think, you young fool! If you come back from Palestine 
covered with glory and rich beyond your drams, Gunther will look much more 
favorably on your proposal!" 

Confused and bewildered, Charles tried to stammer his objections. 
"But-but--! " 

"Silence, you puppy! You have already sworn me an oath, and in any case, 
there is no other course of action open to you, unless you want to sneak out 
of Burgundy in outlawry and disgrace! Now go to your quarters and start 
laying your plans, for I want you to begin your recruiting no later than 
tomorrow! Move!" 

Brother Anton picked up Charles' sword and threw it to him, catching him off 
guard. Charles caught the sword awkwardly. Then a thought crossed his mind, 
and he made as if to draw the blade. 

But before Charles' hand could even move, Brother Anton had stepped across 
the space between them. Reaching out with lightning speed, Brother Anton 
seized Charles' throat in a grip of almost super-human power. 

The black-robed monk picked the brawny young warrior up by the throat as if 
he was a rag-doll, and slammed the young duke against the stone wall. 

"You stupid piece of shit!" Anton growled. "You have no idea of the powerful 
forces you are fucking around with! Now take your puny sword and go do what 
I told you, or you will be explaining your sins to a higher power than King 
Gunther!" 

Anton squeezed Charles' neck until the young duke's tongue bulged from his 
mouth. Then Anton loosened his grasp and sent Charles flying along the wall, 
his sword clattering after. Charles pulled himself up into a crouch and 
disappeared without looking back. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Now Brother Anton turned his attentions to Princess Andrea. The shocked girl 
had managed to pull her skirts down over her pussy, but her bodice was still 
open, and she tried to cross her arms over her full naked breasts. 

"Drop your arms!" Brother Anton commanded. 

A look of horror passed over Andrea's lovely face, but she did as the friar 
demanded. Her arms fell to her sides, and Brother Anton studied her rising 
breasts. 

"Caress the nipples and made them hard!" 

Andrea raised trembling hands to her breasts and slowly fondled her nipples. 
In spite of her fear, the nipples responded, and soon they were throbbing 
with passion. 

"Very lovely!" Brother Anton muttered. "Let's see the rest!" 

'The-the rest?" 

"Come on, princess! Pull up your skirts! Show me that pink little crack!" 

Whimpering, Andrea pulled up her gown until the blonde V of her pussy-hairs 
showed. 

"Spread your legs! Damn it, girl, I said I wanted to see your cunt!" 

Andrea let her knees fall open, and Brother Anton leered at her moist pink 
sex organs. "Has anybody ever eaten your cunt." 

"N-n-no!" 

"Good! It's always nice to be first with something!" Brother Anton dropped 
to his knees between Andrea's spread legs. "Just lie back and relax! You'd 
might as well enjoy this, because you don't really have any choice, you 
know!" 

Andrda reclined and closed her eyes. She was very frightened. "Are you 
really going to eat it? Chew on it, and everything?" 

Brother Anton laughed, and then ducked his head between her thighs. He stuck 
out his tongue and gave a long lingering lick up Andrea's crack, and despite 
her fear, she found herself shivering with joy. 

Then Brother Anton concentrated his tongue on her little clit. He lapped 
that little lust-button until it was erect with passion. 

"Your little clit doesn't seem to be too worried about cannibalism!" he 
joked. 

"Oh, it--likes that!" Andrea readily admitted. 

Anton used his hands to separate the lips of Andrea's vagina, and that made 
her little clit stand up like a tiny nipple. The black-robed friar sucked 
her clitoris up between his lips and gave it a fervent whipping with his 
soft tongue. 

"Oh! Ooohh! Aaaahhh! Mmmmmnnnn! Oh, that really feels good! You're actually 
sucking on my clit!" 

Andrea's perfect round ass squirmed up and down with delight. Her loins were 
quivering with passion, and her pussy was again beginning to flow with her 
slippery cunt-gravy. 

Then Brother Anton moved his tongue down to Andrea's slit, and he started 
lapping up the pussy juices that oozed from between her soft cunt-lips. 

"I may not actually eat up your cunt, but I'll lick up all the juices I can 
get!" 

"Oh, keep licking! By Christ, that feels good If you keep licking like that, 
you'll get all the juice you can drink!" 

Brother Anton extended his tongue as far as he could and probed deeply into 
Andrea's vagina. He swabbed his tongue in and out of her slit until she was 
jerking with delight, her cunt throbbing with sexual pleasure. 

"Ooohhh, yes, lick out my cunt! Fuck me with your tongue! Lick out my slit, 
friar! If it's cunt-juice you crave, you'll get plenty of it doing that!" 

Using his fingers to open her cunt up as wide as possible, Brother Anton 
lapped greedily into her vagina, his long tongue sending thrills of pleasure 
surging through the lovely teen-ager's beautiful body. When the pretty 
princess was beginning to approach her orgasm, the friar stopped and stood 
up. He threw open his black robe, exposing the hugest erection Andrea had 
ever seen. 

"Mercy of God!" she gasped. "Can that be the penis of a human being? As long 
as my arm it looks, and at least as thick! The swollen knob seems as large 
as an apple! Do you really put that thing up inside girls' pussies?" 

"As you will soon find out, to your pleasure, I'm sure!" 

"Then you do mean to fuck me with that thing!" 

"I have every intention of doing so! It will be easier for both of us if you 
put it in your mouth and get it all covered with nice slippery spittle!" 

"I don't think I can get it in my mouth!" 

Andrea covered the swollen cock with kisses and licks, and finally managed 
to stretch her jaws wide enough to suck on the huge knob. Brother Anton 
giggled with pleasure all the while. 

"That's good!" he said. "Now lie on your back and spread your legs!" 

Assuming the necessary position, Andrea also reached around her lovely 
buttocks and used her hands to hold her pussy open. Still, it was with great 
difficulty that Brother Anton achieved penetration with his gigantic cock. 

"Oooooohh! OH!! OH!! Aaaahh! Yes, now you're inside me! My God, how my pussy 
stretches!" 

"Does it hurt you, my dear?" 

"Only in the beginning! Now that I'm used to it, and my juices are flowing 
freely again, I rather like it! Push in a little higher if you want!" 

"Mmmmmm! like that...." 

"Oh, yes, yes! By Jesus, that does feel good!" 

"Raise your legs up and wrap them around me! That's it! Now I can really get 
into you!" 

"Uhh! Ohhh! Aaahhhh! Oooooffff! Yes, you're really in there now! My cunt 
feels full of your cock, like unto bursting!" 

Andrea embraced her lover with her arms and legs, and ground her pussy 
around as he filled her with his tremendous cock. Waves of unknown pleasure 
surged through her loins, and soon the princess was begging the friar for 
his vigorous cock-strokes. 

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, brother in black! Whip your hard cock in and out of 
my tight little twat! My cunt sings with joy when you fuck me like that! Do 
it some more!" 

"In truth, wench, your tight near-virgin vagina is a good treat for my 
fasting cock! My swollen knob pulsates with pleasure as I stroke it in and 
out of you! Hold me tight in your slender legs and arms, and I shall fuck us 
both to ecstasy!! " 

The black-clad brother was as good as his word! Moving his muscular flanks 
with surprising agility, he whipped his huge cock in and out of Andrea's 
tight twat until both of them were panting and gasping with delight. 

"Ooooohhh, fuck me!! ! Fuck me, faithless friar! Fuck my virgin vagina with 
your enormous hard cock!! How shall I ever find satisfaction again after 
knowing your monstrous erection?" 

Spasms of ecstasy flashed through Brother Anton's groin, but he controlled 
his lust until he felt the maiden on the threshold of her ultimate passion. 

"Tell me, sweet princess, do you feel the approach of your sweet orgasm? 
Have my hearty strokes whipped your frothy cunt into the ecstasy I promised 
you?" 

"Oooohhhhh, fuck, yes!! I swear it! My loins are on fire with pleasure! My 
pussy sings with excruciating joy, and I can feel my twat tightening with 
sexual tension!! Surely my release can't be far from coming, if you continue 
to fuck me like this! And I beg you not to slow down for a single stroke, 
for my sex organs have never been so thoroughly aroused!" 

Brother Anton fucked faster and faster, and the friction drove them both 
almost insane with pleasure. The fucking friar kept a tight grasp on his sex 
muscles, and would not let himself ejaculate until he was sure Andrea was in 
the throes of her orgasm. 

"Are you coming yet, my sweet? Do the convulsions of joy flash through your 
tight pussy yet?" 

"Oh, fuck, yes, I'm starting to come!" the lovely girl screamed. "I can feel 
the spasms starting to release! Oh, fuck, what a tremendous sensation! I 
love it!! And it feels even better when I clamp my pussy down on your super 
hard-on!" 

"Oh, Christ, yes! I can feel your tight wet slit convulsing around my cock! 
Aaaahh, shit! I can't help but ejaculate now!! Here it comes, Andrea!" 

Brother Anton moaned and writhed, his loins flaming with pleasure. Sexual 
ecstasy gripped his balls like a fist, and then released with a shudder of 
pure sexual bliss. Brother Anton groaned, and his jizm spurted powerfully 
through his twitching piss-slit. 

"I'm coming in your cunt! My cock's pumping semen into your vagina! Holy 
Mother of God, the pleasure is too great to bear!" 

Jerking powerfully, Brother Anton's cock poured a surging flood of hot male 
cream into the pulsating walls of 

Andrea's throbbing pussy. When the beautiful girl felt that passionate flood 
squirting up into the folds of her vagina, she squirmed and gasped, and 
started coming twice as hard. 

"Ooohhh, fuck! Come in me as hard as you can! Don't stop yet! Shit, I'm 
getting it twice as good, since you started spewing semen into my slit! Fuck 
me! Come in me!" 

"Aaahhh, Christ, I couldn't stop if I wanted to! I must remember to thank 
God for the power and pleasure of my ejaculation! Your palpitating little 
cunt will milk my hard-on dry! My balls are quivering with bliss, and my 
semen is pouring out of me like piss!" 

And so Brother Anton fucked Princess Andrea to ecstasy, and they both 
enjoyed tremendous orgasms. But when it was all over with the friar stood up 
abruptly and let his black robe fall once more over his still-dripping 
penis. 

Andrea remained on her back, sobbing softly to herself. As the waves of 
incredible pleasure subsided, she realized how she had compromised herself. 
She realized what use Brother Anton would try to make of her, and she cried 
for .the fate of herself, and her lover Duke Charles, and King Gunther and 
the whole court of Burgundy. 

But at the same time, Andrea knew she would do it all again. Already, her 
memories lingered on Brother Anton's huge and skilled erection, and even as 
she hated the man and his mission she found herself planning how she could 
get him to fuck her again. 

Brother Anton turned and walked away from the half-naked girl without a 
backward glance at her milk-white breasts with their erect cherry-red 
nipples, or her golden-flossed pubic hairs between shapely long legs, or the 
glistening pinkness of her pretty pussy, already leaking the liquid fruits 
of their passionate exertions. 

Returning to his suite, Brother Anton glared at the sullen faces of the 
Burgundians he passed. No one spoke to him, and most pretended he was not 
even there. Let them gloat! Brother Anton said to himself. Already my plan 
is afoot, and now I must be to work on the second part! 

He closed and locked the door to his bedroom and took a leather pouch from 
one of his traveling bags. The pouch revealed a rolled up piece of 
parchment, which proved to be a map of the secret defenses of the Castle of 
Burgundy. 

"Yes, yes, the last Papal Envoy did his job well!" Anton mumbled to himself. 
"I thought I remembered a passageway there!" 

Brother Anton waited until the corridor outside the suite was empty. Then he 
turned a corner and went down a flight of stairs. Opening a closet door, he 
located a sliding panel, and soon found himself at the end of a secret 
passage leading to the royal bedchamber. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

King Gunther was in a high temper after his encounter in the hall with 
Brother Anton. His humor was not helped by the fact that Queen Hildrid had 
been somewhat swayed by the sharp-eyed monk's arguments. 

"It's absolutely ridiculous!" Gunther shouted for the tenth time. "I have no 
lands to defend in Palestine, nor do I have any outstanding debts to collect 
there! Why I should squander my substance and the substance of my kingdom 
mounting a military expedition there is quite beyond me! The Holy Lands have 
been in the hands of the heathens for centuries and Chistendom doesn't seem 
to have suffered for it!" 

But Queen Hildrid lowered her large blue eyes, and great tears welled out 
and dripped down her fair cheeks. "For God's sake, woman!" Gunther 
thundered. "What's gotten into you? What are you sniffling about?" 

"I-I just can't help it!" Hildrid sobbed. "Whenever I think about Our Holy 
Father in Rome, writhing with anguish, tortured by the knowledge that the 
ground where Our Saviour walked is daily defiled by the feet of heathens! 
Oh, boo-hoo-hoo-oo!" 

"Balderdash!" Gunther roared. "Woman, have you taken leave of your senses?" 

An-an-and, even w-w-worse, I think about our Blessed Saviour Himself, forced 
to sit up there in Heaven looking down on the land of his Blessed Birth, 
seeing the filthy infidels pissing and shitting in the very stable where he 
was born! It tears my heart, Gunther! Have you no Christian Pity?" 

"Oh, Holy Mary, Mother of God!" Gunther prayed, sinking to his knees in 
front of Hildrid's little altar, with the painting of the Holy Virgin. 
"Sweet Virgin, Mother of Jesus, protector of women, please cause some sense 
to enter the brains of this ignorant woman! Please remind her that the 
prosperity and safety of her kinsmen and lands are more important than a 
cow-shed somewhere in Palestine! Tell my wife, please Blessed Virgin, that 
the lands of Burgundy have never been threatened by the heathens in any 
form, and-" 

But Hildrid would hear no more of this, and she flung herself at her 
husband, screaming curses. 

"Damn you, Gunther! How dare you put your cowardly words into the mouth of 
the Holy Mother, whose Son braved the battlefields of Hell itself? Why don't 
you just admit that you've grown old and soft, and you and your thousands of 
knights haven't fought a battle for so long you have forgotten which side of 
your spines your guts are on?" 

Now when Gunther heard these words his wrath exceeded all bounds, and he did 
something he had never done before. He struck Queen Hildrid a blow across 
her face with the flat of his palm, and she gasped and fell back across the 
bed. 

"Oh! OOOHHH! You bastard! You spineless son of a bitch! Saracens scare the 
shit out of you, but women are safe-to do battle with! You call yourself the 
King of Burgundy, but you are nothing but a shit-eating dog!" 

Gunther at last had heard enough of this abuse, and he snatched up his 
gilded sword and stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind him. 

Queen Hildrid returned to the bed and laid across it, sobbing loudly. Then 
she got up and ripped off the gown she had been wearing. She flung off her 
underclothes until she stood in her radiant nakedness, with her full breasts 
glowing and her golden pussy-floss gleaming in the candlelight. 

Stark naked, Hildrid threw herself down on her knees in front of her 
personal altar. 

"Oh, blessed Mother, forgive me for having given myself to this coward! Long 
since past are the days when the name of Burgundy was feared far and wide! 
Now the fat Burgundians sit at home, hoarding their gold and power, and 
glory rides off to battle the heathen without them!" 

This was the moment Brother Anton chose to open the concealed door at which 
he had been listening, and slip soundlessly into the room. 

Sobbing convulsively, Queen Hildrid crouched in front of the altar on her 
hands and knees, her lovely round ass sticking up in the air. Brother Anton 
padded up behind her and stared between her buttocks as the woman prayed 
hysterically. 

"Sweet mother of Jesus, change my Gunther's heart, and fill him with courage 
to defeat the Saracens! Or send me another man who is full of the power of 
God, who will purge me of my cowardly husband's sniveling spew!" 

Hearing these words, Brother Anton lifted his black robe. Already his cock 
had grown to manly proportions again, and he aimed this swollen weapon 
between the queen's shaking thighs. 

"Your prayers are answered!" Anton pronounced. "Perhaps both at once! Spread 
your vaginal lips and rejoice, for the Servant of the Lord is about to 
deliver you into the land of heavenly bliss!" 

Queen Hildrid looked over her shoulder just in time to see Brother Anton's 
gigantic erection. Then the black-robed friar held her buttocks apart with 
his hands, and the head of his huge cock found the lips of her vagina. 

With one swift stroke Brother Anton penetrated the queen's cunt to the very 
bottom. She gasped with shock and surprise, but almost immediately she felt 
herself overcome by immense pleasure. All the passions stirred up with her 
fight with Gunther were now transformed into sexual energy, and Queen 
Hildrid squirmed with delight as Anton's huge dick plowed her sweet vagina. 

"Oohh! Holy Brother Anton! What are you doing? In all my life I have known 
no cock but my husband Gunther's! Is it proper that I should commit adultery 
with you, even though it gives me the greatest pleasure of my life?" 

The Lord moves in strange ways, Good Queen Hildrid! God in his great wisdom 
has shown me the way to arouse the fighting instincts of the men of 
Burgundy! Relax and rejoice with me! Take your pleasure as God gives it to 
you, sister!" 

"Aaaahh! And what pleasure it is, dear Brother Anton! Your huge throbbing 
cock fills my cunt with thrilling surges of sexual joy!" 

Then Brother Anton reached around and started fondling Hildrid's splendid 
breasts while he fucked her from the rear, dog-style. Soon the queen's rosy 
nipples were erect with passion, and Brother Anton gently pinched and 
squeezed her tits and nipples, to her great joy. 

"Ooohh, fuck me, fuck me, Holy Brother! Fuck my delighted cunt, and keep 
fondling and caressing my breasts! My nipples love it when you squeeze them 
like that! In all my life, I have never been fucked in this position, though 
I have heard that some people do it in the manner of animals!" 

"Your tight cunt is as sweet as your Christian courage!" Brother Anton 
panted. "My cock thrills with joy from the slippery friction of your tight 
vagina!" 

"Yes, yes, keep fucking me! Oh, Christ, how I love it! Fuck me fast and 
hard, Brother Anton!" 

"Do you really like the way I fuck your cunt?" 

"Oh, yes, I love every thick stiff inch of it!" 

"I have another new trick you may like even better!" 

And with these words, Brother Anton pulled his swollen cock out of Queen 
Hildrid's twat and quickly penetrated her tight red ass-hole. 

"Aaaahh! Oh, shit, you're fucking me in the ass!" she gasped. "You've got 
your cock up my ass-hole!" 

"Do you like it?" 

"At first it gave me pain, but now I am feeling great pleasure! I never knew 
my butt-hole could also serve so well for sexual pleasure!" 

Hildrid squirmed and moaned, feeling totally new pleasure sensations from 
being buggered. Her cunt still throbbed with joy, but her ass-hole was 
thrilling with delight. To increase her pleasure still further, Brother 
Anton reached between her legs from her belly and fingered her clit and 
pussy-lips while he fucked her anally. 

"Aaaahhh! Ooooh-oohhhh-oohhhh! Yes, yes, fuck my bummy! God, I would never 
have guessed it would feel so good to be corn-holed! Keep fucking my 
ass-hole with your huge prick, Brother Anton!" 

"You like my attentions to your virgin rectum, my lady? Do my cock-strokes 
up your butt-hole give you good pleasure?" 

"Oh, fuck, yes! I love it! And it feels even better when you finger my cunt 
like that! Aaaaaahhh, God, but that's good! You're finger-fucking my pussy 
while your huge cock reams my ass-hole, and it feels so good I can hardly 
stand it! Please don't stop until I have my orgasm!" 

"Don't worry, my lady! Brother Anton will fuck you until you can't come any 
more!" 

And Brother Anton was as good as his word! He frigged Queen Hildrid's twat 
and fucked her butt-hole until the membrane between her pleasure-holes was 
singing with delight, and thrills of pleasure surged rapidly through the 
queen's lovely loins. 

The beautiful lady twitched and writhed, moaning and sobbing with sexual 
joy. 

"Fuck me! Screw me! Fuck me in the ass!" she babbled in her delirium. "Don't 
stop fucking my butt-hole! Oh, Brother Anton, I'm about to come! The waves 
of pleasure are getting closer and closer together, and I can hardly stand 
it, it feels so wonderful!" 

Brother Anton put a final burst of speed into his cock-strokes, and soon 
Queen Hildrid was wailing with delight as the first spasm of her climax 
rolled through her groin. 

"Ooohh-ooohhh-aaaahhh-aaahhh! OOOHHH! Yes, yes, make me come!" 

Hildrid's beautiful body tightened and then released in a huge convulsion of 
joy, and the blissful pleasure of sexual orgasm shuddred through her shapely 
limbs. 

"Ooohh, fuck! I'm coming so hard! Fuck me! Keep making me come! You're 
fucking my ass-hole and fingering my cunt, and I'm coming as hard as I 
possibly can! Please don't stop!" 

A last crimson burst of joy exploded in her well-fucked crotch, and then 
Queen Hildrid's climax was over. 

"Ooohh, thank you so much! I've never come so hard in my life! Did you come, 
Brother Anton?" 

"Not yet! Do you want to suck my cock?" 

"Oh, yes! Let me suck your semen out of you!" 

Brother Anton laid on his back in front of the altar, and Queen Hildrid 
quickly put her trembling lips to his swollen organ. Sticking out her 
tongue, she licked all around the knob of his cock, and then she stretched 
her mouth and sucked the tip inside, caressing it with her lips and tongue. 

"Yes, that's it! Put it in your mouth and suck on it!" 

"Shall I tickle your balls with my fingers?" 

"Yes, please! And jack the base of my cock while you're at it!" 

Hildrid sucked the swollen knob and played with his balls with her hands. 
She put her hand around the base of his cock and jacked the loose skin up 
and down, all the time sucking the tip as sweetly as she could. 

"Ooohhh, your mouth is so tender! So soft and sweet! God, but it feels good 
when you suck my cock like that!" 

The lovely queen started bobbing her pretty head up and down, giving 
lip-friction to the head of Anton's cock. 

"Aaah, shit, yes! That's really great!" 

Hildrid sucked faster and faster, and Brother Anton squirmed with delight. 
His cock swelled with passion, and he could feel the tickle of his orgasm 
starting in his balls. 

"Suck fast, I'm about to come!" he panted. 'Tickle my balls! Hildrid, 
there's a special place between my balls at the base of my cock! I want you 
to rub it when I start to come!" 

Hildrid sucked and jacked and rubbed until Brother Anton couldn't stand it 
any more, and he gasped and started shooting semen into Hildrid's mouth. 

"Fuck, what pleasure!" he cried. "My cock is ejaculating, and you're 
caressing the prime pleasure point between my balls! My ass-hole is 
palpitating with pleasure, and the jizm is spurting out of my throbbing 
cock!" 

Sucking and jacking as hard as she could, Queen Hildrid eagerly drank the 
creamy liquid that spewed from Anton's jerking erection. She rubbed him 
tenderly between his balls, and soon she had sucked the friar dry. 

"Ooohh, Christ, what a blow-job! Woman, you've milked me dry! God, what a 
mouth you have! That was some of the best cock-sucking I've ever had!" 

Then, since they were front of the altar anyway, Brother Anton suggested 
they kneel together in prayer. 

"Dear Father in Heaven, let this fine woman's spirit be an inspiration to 
the cowardly warriors of Burgundy! May they open up their hearts for the 
courage of God in the same spirit that this good woman had opened up her 
body for Your messenger!" 

Queen Hildrid added a silent prayer of her own. "And please, Dear God, let 
me be fucked many more times by Brother Anton before this matter comes to a 
conclusion!" 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Next day King Gunther sat on his high throne dispensing justice, and all of 
his knights surrounded him. When the hall was full, Brother Anton entered 
and sat on one of the lower benches. 

"What do you want here, monk?" Gunther asked. "Didn't you get your answer 
yesterday?" 

"There is only one answer that a good Christian can give to the Holy 
Father's call!" Anton answered. "If you care nothing for your own soul, 
perhaps at least you will allow some of your retainers to gain glory in both 
this world and the next!" 

Then Anton stood up on the bench he had been sitting on, and addressed the 
hall. 

"Hear me, men of Burgundy! King Gunther has rejected the Pope's call for the 
new Holy Crusade, but does King 

Gunther speak for all the good men here? Are there none among you who would 
go off to win glory and loot by fighting the heathen for the Holy Lands?" 

For a while no one answered, and then Duke Charles stood up from his bench 
near the high seat. 

"If no other Burgundian is ready to meet the challenge, I at least have no 
qualms! I will ride to the Holy Lands, and I will provide enough gold to 
outfit a hundred men, if they can be found who will accompany me!" 

Gunther was very angry when he heard these words, for it was obvious that 
Charles' announcement had caused a great stir among the younger knights on 
the lower benches. 

"Now there is a man with some guts!" Brother Anton said. "Surely God will 
reward him for his courage!" 

And then Princess Andrea stood up from her throne beneath the King's and 
also addressed the company. 

"Well spoken, Duke Charles! Said like a true Christian man! Every one here 
knows how we have loved each other for years, and I shall now publicly 
promise to wait for you until you return from the Holy Lands, covered with 
glory!" 

Now when Lady Andrea had finished this speech, there was a scramble among 
the lower benches, and soon dozens of younger knights surrounded Charles, 
trying to get his attention. 

"I shall follow you, Sir Charles." 

"I pledge myself and three squires." 

"I shall go! I'll pay my own way, and finance two others as well!" 

"Me! Me! I want to fight the Saracens!" 

King Gunther was raging with anger, but his worse blow was yet to come, for 
now even his beautiful queen, mother of his daughters, stood up and spoke to 
the crowd. 

"God bless all of you who show this courage! You all have my full support! 
Out of my own dowry-purse I shall pay the traveling expenses of every man 
who volunteers! And now I want to ask all the young ladies in waiting who 
have suitors among the knights to go to her beloved and help persuade him, 
if he has not yet made up his mind to join the expedition!" 

Hundreds of finely-dressed young ladies had been waiting around the edges of 
the hall, and now they all ran inside and tried to find their lovers, adding 
greatly to the confusion. 

"Oh, Cedric, there you are! Cedric, go to fight the heathen with brave Duke 
Charles, and I shall wait forever for you!" 

"Roland, you must accompany the brave company to Palestine! Say you'll go, 
and I promise I won't make you sorry!" 

"Bold Hagen! I know you won't refuse this opportunity for glory! I will be 
so proud to bear the children of a brave crusader!" 

Soon the entire hall was in turmoil, and it was obvious that most of the 
knights were going over to Charles. King Gunther was purple with rage, and 
he screamed for order, but no one could hear him. Finally Duke Charles got 
up on top of his bench and shouted at the milling crowd. 

"Listen to me, brave men of Burgundy! All of you who will follow the Cross, 
come outside with me, and we shall make our marks upon a list!" 

Many young knights shouted "Hurrah for Charles!" The young duke was raised 
on their shoulders and carried in triumph from the hall, and fully 
three-quarters of Gunther's knights paraded out of the hall with him, 
singing and shouting. 

King Gunther stood in amazement, looking at his emptied benches. "What 
perfidy is this that causes my own family and my best men to desert me to 
your reckless cause, Brother Anton?" he asked. 

Brother Anton smiled beneath his glowering eyes. "The hand of the Lord is 
surely in this work, Gunther of Burgundy!" he answered. "It is still not too 
late for you to change your mind and join your courageous countrymen!" 

"I will see you in hell first, Anton!" Gunther raged, and then he turned on 
his heel and left the nearly empty hall for his private apartments. 

There was one member of Gunther's family at least who was completely on his 
side, and that was his younger daughter Princess Caroline. Caroline had 
given her heart secretly to young Earl Roland her heart ached at the thought 
of seeing her youthful beloved ride off to war. , Caroline laid now sobbing 
across her bed in her private chamber. She had watched in horror as Roland 
had rushed up to volunteer with Duke Charles. What was she going to do? 

Tears ran down Caroline's lovely child-like face, and she wrung her hands in 
front of her perfect young breasts. She had not yet even had a chance to 
confess her love to Roland, and now he was going off to battle! What if he 
never returned? 

Suddenly Caroline made up her mind what she was going to do. Getting up and 
washing her pretty face, she combed her long dark hair and put on a pretty 
silk gown. She stopped for a moment to look at her shapely petite figure in 
her mirror. 

"Oh, I only hope this works!" she said. And then Princess Caroline went off 
to find and seduce her beloved! 

Fifteen year old Caroline was like teen-aged lovers everywhere. Although she 
had not yet told Roland of her love for him, she had spied on him and 
learned all she could about her beloved, and now she suspected she would 
find him in the barns, because Roland was very fond of his horse, a splendid 
creature named Alexander, a big stallion war-horse. 

Caroline snuck into the barn just in time to see Roland climbing a ladder to 
the hay-mow. She ran to the ladder and followed him up, confronting him in 
the semi-darkness of the loft. 

"Princess! What are you doing here?" the amazed youth asked, dropping the 
pitch-fork he had just picked up. 

"Oh, dear Roland, it was for no other reason than to see you that I climbed 
up here!" 

And then the lovely little princess completely confused the noble young man 
by throwing her slender body into his arms and passionately seeking his 
mouth with her lips. 

"Oh, Roland, kiss me! Long have I dreamed of your sweet lips! Kiss me as 
deep as you dare, for I shan't stop you!" 

Amazed as he was, Earl Roland could not help but respond to the warm young 
female creature who nestled so sensuously in his arms. Kiss her he did, and 
he kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her soft warm mouth. 

Now Roland had watched this little beauty from afar, as had many of his 
companions, but never had he dreamed that he might be the one to win her 
affections. He could hardly believe the endearments she began to whisper 
into his ear. 

"Oh, sweet Earl Roland, how handsome you are! For many nights now I have 
lain sleepless, thinking only of you and your powerful young manliness! Hold 
me, Roland, and kiss me as much as you want!" 

The young nobleman found himself greatly inflamed by this royal beauty, and 
he responded eagerly to her advances. Soon the young couple had sprawled 
side by side in the soft hay, exchanging kisses and caresses. 

"My lady, I truly don't know what to say! Can it really be that you are 
bestowing your love upon me?" 

"If you doubt me for a second, you have only to put your hand on my breast 
and feel my heart pounding for you!" 

So saying, Princess Caroline opened her gown, and taking Roland's hand in 
hers, she guided it to her quivering naked breast. 

"Can you feel my heart beating for you?" 

In truth, Roland could feel not only, the beating of Caroline's heart, but 
also the stiffening of her rosy nipple under his fingers. He continued 
caressing that firm young tit, until her gown fell open and both breasts 
were exposed to his manipulations. 

"Aaahh, Roland, that feels so good!" the little lady whimpered. "My passions 
soar when you caress my breasts and nipples like that!" 

"Shall I salute them with my lips then?" 

"Oh, please caress them with your mouth! I have heard it said that young 
girls get greatly aroused when their lovers suck and kiss their nipples!" 

Earl Roland bowed his head and pressed his soft lips to Caroline's quivering 
nipples. The girl shivered with delight, and soon her lovely little body was 
squirming with joy. 

"Oh, it does feel so good! I just love it, Roland! If feels so good when you 
suck my nipples like that!" 

Sucking her nipples, Roland also used his hands to massage her round 
breasts, and soon the young lady was moaning with passion. She twisted her 
legs around in her squirming, and soon her silk gown had crept half-way up 
her thighs. 

"Sweet Roland," she whispered, "I am so aroused I would deny you nothing! 
Should you move to put your hand up inside my dress, I would make no move to 
stop you!" 

His own passions greatly aroused, Roland did not let this invitation slip 
past him. Soon his hand was on her thigh, moving upwards into her loins. 

"I have never been touched by a man before, Roland! But I want you to touch 
me! Touch me between my legs, Roland! Tell me if I'm soft and moist between 
my thighs!" 

Fingers shaking with passion, Roland slowly explored the shape of Caroline's 
sex organs. 

"In truth, you are very soft down there! Your soft pussy hairs are as fluffy 
as lambs' wool, and the flesh of your sex is as soft as a baby's skin!" 

Roland ran his finger up and down Caroline's crack, until the beautiful 
little teen-ager was shivering with desire, Locating her little clitoris 
with his finger, Roland titillated her clit until she was gasping with 
passion. 

"By God, you have found a great source of pleasure for me, my sweet lover! 
My clit is inflamed with lust from your ministrations!" 

But Roland was anxious to feel the lady's virgin slit, and soon his 
fingertips were petting the silky lips of her vagina. This made her very 
aroused, and she squirmed and whimpered in her lover's arm. 

"Oh, my pussy! You have found my slit at last! Ah, Christ, how good that 
feels! My cunt throbs with lust from your caresses!" 

"In truth, my lady, I can feel your little cunny swelling open with desire, 
and it overflows with sweet slick juices! May I penetrate it with my 
finger?" 

"Oh, God, please do! Fuck me with your finger, Roland!" 

Caroline gasped and writhed and Roland slowly tickled the inside of her slit 
with his fingertip. Caroline reached over and started feeling for Roland's 
cock inside his trousers. 

"Gentle Roland, my fingers yearn to stroke your manly weapon! Let me fondle 
your cock while you caress my pussy!" 

Young Roland jerked his pants open and his hard cock sprang into Caroline's 
hands. She marveled at the size of it, and immediately started caressing and 
jacking it with her soft little hands. 

"By the Rood, my lady! My cock is burning with desire in your dainty little 
hands! I love the way you jack my dick!" 

"Oh, my lord, I tremble with passion when I feel your manly cock throb in my 
hands! I love to feel you shiver with pleasure when I slide the loose skin 
up and down the stiff shaft of your erect penis!" 

"I too, shiver with joy when I run my fingertip through the silky wetness of 
your sweet little virgin pussy! I can feel you squirm with passion when I 
roll your little clit under my fingers!" 

"Oooohh, Roland, do it some more! Diddle my slit with your fingers! It 
inflames my loins with lust!" 

"My cock and balls are burning also with passion! Let me take down my 
trousers, so you can handle my testicles along with my hard cock!" 

"Yes, please do! And I will lift the hem of my gown up over my hips, so 
there is no obstruction to your handling of my tender crotch! There! Oh! 
Your testicles shake with passion when I fondle them with my hands!" 

"Aaaahh, Christ, my sweet lady! Your soft dainty hands fill my sex organs 
with passion and desire! My hard cock quakes with delight! My ass-hole is 
tightening with joy, and my balls are indeed shivering with ecstasy!" 

"Roland! I want to caress your hard cock with my mouth!" 

"Sweet Caroline, I was just thinking how much I would like to run my tongue 
up and down your silky crack!" 

"Roland, I have heard it said there is a position in which a man and a woman 
may kiss and lick each other's sex organs at the same time! Is this true?" 

"Indeed, it is, my love! Let me show you how!" 

And in a second Roland instructed Caroline in the arts of making French 
love, also known as sixty-nine. 

"We shall start out on our sides.' Spread your lovely thighs, and I shall 
pillow my head on your leg while my tongue explores the soft places in your 
loins! Aaah! The scent of your sweet sex fills me with lust! I must kiss it 
at once!" 

"Oooohh! Ooohh, Roland! You're pressing your lips to the lips of my cunt! 
You're kissing my pussy! And now you're sticking your tongue out! Oh! Aaahh! 
You're licking my slit, Roland! Oh, fuck, this feels good!" 

Caroline took Roland's quivering erection in her hands and started kissing 
the swollen knob. Roland squirmed with delight as Caroline applied her pink 
little tongue to the red tip of his cock. 

"Aaaaahh, Christ! The way you lick and kiss the end of my dick, it just 
drives me crazy with lust! Oh, fuck, my cock is jerking and quivering, and 
thrills of pleasure are surging through my groin!" 

"I love the taste of your hard cock, Roland! I just love the way it shivers 
when I lick it! I'm going to put the end in my mouth and suck on it!" 

"Oh! Oh! Ooooh! Shit, fuck! Christ, what a sensation! Lovely little 
Caroline, you're sucking my dick! Oh, shit, I love it! You sweet little 
cock-sucker!" 

Roland used his fingers to separate the lips of Caroline's vagina, making 
her little clit stand up like a tiny nipple. Then he whipped it with his 
tongue until she gasped with pleasure, and finally he sucked it up between 
his lips. 

"Aaaaahh! Roland, you're sucking my clitoris! Jesus Christ, that's making me 
shiver with joy! Oh! Aaah! Spasms of pleasure are thrilling through my 
vagina!" 

Roland moved his pliable tongue down to the pink lips of Caroline's slit, 
and started licking up the sweet cream that flowed out of her throbbing 
vagina. 

"You're licking my slit! I can feel your tongue licking the lips of my 
pussy! Shit, it feels good!" 

Roland licked deeper and deeper, until his tongue was dipping into 
Caroline's slit, making her vagina shiver with waves of delight. 

"Now it feels like you're fucking me with your tongue! Ah, that really makes 
me lustful! My pleasures are rising all the time! I feel spasms of sexual 
delight! Keep licking my slit, Roland, and I'll keep sucking your cock!" 

"Tickle my testicles with your fingers while you're sucking the red tip! 
Roll my balls in your hands! Yes, yes, like that! Ah, fuck, that's fine! 
Aaah, it makes me want to bury my tongue up in your tight pink crack!" 

"Oh, do it, do it to me! Stick your tongue up my slit, and fuck me with it! 
It feels so good I can't stand it!" 

Princess Caroline's ass squirmed sensuously as she had her pussy plumbed by 
Roland's seeking tongue. His cock twitched in her mouth, and Caroline knew 
she could be drinking his cream soon if she wanted to. 

"Shall I suck you off in my mouth?" she asked. "Do you want to have your 
orgasm while I'm sucking your cock?" 

"Oh, God, yes, if you will! It already feels so good, I don't know if I can 
hold it back much longer! I'm building up a heavy load, and I'm going to 
have to ejaculate soon!" 

"Oh, do it in my mouth! If you keep licking my pussy like that, I'll come 
too!" 

Swept up in the ecstasy of their sexual love-making, the two young people 
soon drove each other to orgasm with their oral caresses. Roland's balls 
tightened with passion, and Caroline stroked and rubbed them, also jacking 
the shaft with her fingers, and soon his swollen cock started leaking fluids 
into her mouth. 

"Here it comes!" he warned. "Aaaah, shit, how it tickles! Rub my balls, 
lover! Oooohh, suck hard! Aaah! Oooh! OH! OOOHH!! " 

Pulsing jets of jizm started spurting out of Roland's cock, and Caroline 
eagerly drank them down, sucking hard for more. Her clever fingers massaged 
his balls, and Roland sobbed and squirmed as he poured his pleasure into the 
girl's soft wet mouth. 

"Shit! Fuck! Oooohh, Christ, what an ejaculation! I'm still coming! I can't 
stop ejaculating in your mouth! Ooohh, suck me, suck my spewing cock!" 

Delighting in his orgasm, Roland shoved his tongue deep into Caroline's 
cunt, until he was licking her maidenhead itself. The lovely teenager 
shuddered as convulsions of ecstasy rolled through her loins. 

"Oooohh, Roland! Now you're making me come too!" she screamed. "We're coming 
in each others' mouths! I'm sucking your come and you're fucking me to 
orgasm with your tongue! Oh, fuck, shit, cock, cunt, I love it! I don't ever 
want to stop coming!" 

Spasms of orgasms exploded through Caroline's virgin cunt, and his lips 
rubbing against her clit made that tiny pleasure organ start climaxing too, 
until her whole crotch was pulsating with sexual ecstasy. 

The two young lovers came until they couldn't come any more, and then they 
tenderly licked each others' sex organs clean. Finally they crawled into 
each others' arms and embraced. 

Roland now felt as in love with the young princess as she was with him, and 
he hugged and kissed her in the golden after-glow of a perfect blow-job. He 
presently confessed his feelings to her, and swore to her his undying 
devotion. 

"If you really love me, then this is what you must do!" Caroline whispered. 
"You must give up this idea of going off crusading, and stay here in 
Burgundy with me! If you do this, my father will give you great honor, and 
will look with favor upon you when you ask for my hand! Do this for me, Earl 
Roland, and I will give you my maidenhead and let you fuck me any time you 
want, to, even before we're married!" 

Now Earl Roland was very sorry to hear these words, for he had his heart set 
on going off to win glory in the Holy Lands. Therefore he put off giving the 
lady any answer, but only said this: 

"Sweet lady, if you were to ask any other thing in the world I would give it 
to you without a second's hesitation, were you to ask even for my sword arm! 
But this matter I must think about, so please give me leave to meet you here 
again tomorrow, and I will give you my answer!" 

And so they left matters, each promising to meet the other there again the 
following day. Then Roland led his war-horse and Caroline straightened her 
gown and went off to her chamber. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Now young Earl Roland's heart was sorely divided by this situation, for it 
seemed to him as though in one short day he had been offered the two 
sweetest things in the world, but could take only one or the other, but not 
both. 

First Roland would think about going on the Crusade, and he would imagine 
himself riding his splendid horse Alexander into battle, slaying many 
Saracens, winning to the very walls of the Holy City, covering himself with 
gold and glory. But then he would think of the sweet white thighs of 
Princess Caroline, and remember the maddening scent of her pink pussy, and 
in a trice his cock would be erect and all thoughts of the Crusade would be 
forgotten. 

This confusion was not lost on the young princess, and she was worried sick 
that her first beloved would ride off to his death before they even got a 
chance to get to know each other. Caroline kept both her passion and her 
fear to herself, confiding in no one, not even her sister Andrea. 

Finally young Caroline could stand it no more, and she went off to find 
Brother Anton. "If he is truly a man of God, he will listen to my pleas!" 
the innocent maiden thought. "With all the knights of Burgundy to choose 
from, surely he will let me keep my Roland!" 

Caroline slipped down to the door of Anton's chamber, and knocked shyly. It 
took Anton many minutes to open the door, and he looked surprised to see the 
lovely little princess. 

"Oh, Brother Anton, I must speak with you!" Caroline sobbed. 

"Come in, my child!" Anton said, opening the door. He seated his beautiful 
young guest on the bed and then sat down beside her. "What is bothering you, 
little one?" 

"Ooohh, Brother Anton, you must help me! I have fallen hopelessly in love 
with Earl Roland. But he is determined to go off crusading, and I am so 
afraid I will never see him again! Please tell me what to do! Isn't there 
some way you could arrange to leave Roland here in Burgundy with me?" 

Brother Anton studied the figure of the young maiden, and he kept his 
silence for a long time. 

"Surely, lovely maiden," he said at last, "you must understand how important 
it is that the Holy Lands be restored to Christendom!" 

"But why must you take young Roland! Someone must remain behind! Who is to 
protect us if there's trouble while all the men are off to war?" 

Brother Anton saw how the beautiful girl's young breasts heaved with her 
sobs. The cleavage between her proud young tits was visible above her 
low-cut neck-line, and the outline of her nipples could be seen through the 
clinging silk. 

"God will protect those who go off to war in His holy name!" Anton assured 
her. "You will be safe here under the Lord's protection until your kinsmen 
return from the Holy Lands!" 

Princess Caroline writhed in agony, and Brother Anton noticed the way the 
silk clung to the shapely curve of her slender legs. 

"But how do I know that young Roland will ever return to me. He is not a 
very experienced warrior, and he may perish at the hands of the heathens!" 

Suddenly Brother Anton leaped to his feet and ripped off his block robe, 
revealing his muscular body and his huge erection. 

"Take off your dress!" he barked at the shocked girl. 

"What?" she gasped. "Oh! Oh, all right!" 

Her hands trembling, Caroline quickly unbuttoned her gown and stripped it 
off, revealing the lushness of her youthful figure. 

"Do you want-are you gong to-to fuck me?" she stuttered. 

"Quiet! I will do what the spirit of God moves me to! I am now the messenger 
of God's will, nothing more!" 

Brother Anton advanced on the bed, his huge hard-on going before like an 
obscene battle-standard. 

"Kiss me!" he commanded. "Anoint my penis with your sweet lips!" 

Crouched on her knees on the narrow bed, Princess Caroline bent her mouth to 
the huge knob of Anton's throbbing cock. She was frightened half out of her 
wits, but there was also something very powerfully attractive about Brother 
Anton's huge sex organ, and the lovely teenager found herself licking it 
with some eagerness. 

"Yes, that's right! You've got it! Lick all the way around the tip with your 
soft pink tongue! Aaaahh, yes, now don't forget to suck it a little, too!" 

Stretching her jaws, Caroline just managed to get the huge swollen cock-knob 
into her mouth. She sucked tenderly on it, and it pleased her when she felt 
it twitching with delight. 

"Do you like the way I suck your cock?" she asked. 

Brother Anton conceded he had no complaints. 

"But now I want to try something new! Cover my cock with as much spittle as 
you can! That's it! Now, hold your lovely tits together! I intend to fuck 
you between your breasts!" 

Caroline did as she was told, and she was surprised how good it felt to have 
his big dick pumping up and down between her tits. 

"By God, this feels better than I would have expected! My breasts are coming 
alive with pleasure. This is as good as having my tits caressed by hand! My 
nipples are starting to swell with pleasure!" 

"My cock loves it also, my sweet princess! Your full young tits give my cock 
a perfect massage, and I would venture a guess that you are beginning to 
become inflamed between your legs!" 

"In truth, I believe you are right, Brother Anton! I can feel a warm itching 
in the area of my clit, and I can tell from the moisture on the tops of my 
thighs that my pussy is starting to flow with passion-juices!" 

"Lie down on your back and let me take a closer look at the situation!" 

Caroline reclined on her back, and opened her thighs with her knees bent, 
giving Brother Anton a good view of her young vagina. 

"What a beautiful young pussy! Could it be that you are still a virgin." 

"That is my impression!" 

"Look at that little clit. It's glowing red with passion, and standing up 
like a little nipple! I'm going to have to tickle it with my finger!" 

"Ooooohh! Aaaaaaaaahh! Mmmmmmmm! Oh, you're fondling my clitoris! Ah, shit, 
that feels good!" 

"You might like it even better if I used my tongue!" 

"Aaaaaaaawwwwwwhhhhh! Yeee-eee-eess! Ooohh, fuck! You're licking my 
come-button, and it really feels good! My pussy is throbbing with joy!" 

"Your pussy, you say! Would you like me to penetrate your pink slit with my 
tongue?" 

"Yes! OOoooohhhhh! Shit! Fuck! Cock! Cunt!" 

Lovely little Princess Caroline squirmed with lust as Brother Anton licked 
out her slit with his tongue. He fondled her clit with his finger, and soon 
the pretty young virgin was overwhelmed by waves of sexual delight. 

"Aaaahh, Brother Anton, I shall surely come if you keep doing this to me! My 
loins are inflamed with passion, and the pleasure spasms are coming so fast 
I can hardly stand it!" 

"Indeed, I can sense your passion, my lady! Your perfect round ass squirms 
on the bed as I tongue-fuck your pink slit." 

"Aaaaahh, God, how you do lick my cunt! Shall I come in your mouth, then?" 

'Take your pleasure as God gives it to you, girl! If you feel an orgasm 
coming on, flow with it! Release yourself into my mouth, and I shall eagerly 
drink the sweet gravy that pours from your virgin twat!" 

"By Christ, I can't help myself! Your tonguing is driving my cunt to orgasm, 
and I couldn't stop it if I tried! Aaah, fuck, here comes my first 
convulsion! Uuuunnggghh! Oooohhh! OOHH! AAAHH!! " 

Shuddering with intense sexual pleasure, Caroline moaned and groaned as her 
orgasm shook her lovely body. Her pink cunt pulsated with spasms of joy, and 
pleasure-gravy poured from her slit into Brother Anton's mouth. 

"I'm coming real hard! Oh, I'm coming so hard I can't stand it! Lick my 
pussy! Eat my coming cunt!" 

Brother Anton lapped her slit until Princess Caroline's last spasm had 
passed away, and then he licked up the sweet juices that had spilled from 
her cunt during orgasm. 

"Well!" Brother Anton sighed. "Now that we have gotten to know each other a 
little better, perhaps we can continue our discussion of the fate of your 
young man!" 

Caroline looked at Anton's swollen cock. "Don't you want to get off?" she 
asked. 

"We'll get to that in a minute! First, tell me what you are prepared to 
offer in exchange for your young man's exclusion from the Crusade?" 

"Oh! Why, anything, of course! Anything you want!" 

"I thought that's what you'd say! First of all, I want your cherry. I want 
to break your maidenhead, and be the first to fuck your sweet virgin cunt!" 

"Anything. Even that!" 

"Excellent. You are a very sensible girl!" 

"Do you want it now?" 

"That's what I had in mind!" 

"Well, fuck me, then! My pussy will never be any juicier and more ready than 
it is now, after that orgasm I had when you ate me out!" 

Princess Caroline opened her slender legs as wide as she could, and Brother 
Anton mounted her petite body. 

"First I shall rub the head of my cock around on your vaginal lips, to get 
them well coated with your slippery fluids!" 

"Ooohh, do it all you want! It really feels good! I like to have my clit 
rubbed by the swollen knob of your cock!" 

"Use your hands to help open up your slit! That's right. Now I'm going to 
insert the knob between your vaginal lips." 

"Aaahh! Yes, yes, I can feel that. Ooohh, it feels good! Am I really wet and 
slippery?" 

"Your little cunny is flowing with good fluids. I can already feel my cock 
wanting to slip up inside!" 

"Oh, yes! Push it in a little bit!" 

"Does it hurt?" 

"A little bit, but the pleasure's better! Oh, yes, now you're up against my 
maidenhead! Can you feel it." 

"Indeed I can, sweet maiden!" 

"Stay where you are for a while, and let my pussy fill with juices as it 
gets used to your huge cock-knob!" 

Brother Anton did as she asked, and as they waited he caressed her fine 
breasts, massaging her nipples with his fingers while his cock warmed up her 
tight little cunt. 

"Oh, that feels so good! Now indeed, my loins are truly inflamed with 
pleasure! Push through with your cock, Brother! Fuck me! Break my 
maidenhead! Pop my cherry!" 

Pushing forward with a gentle pressure, Brother Anton felt the head of his 
dick penetrate the thin membrane, and then his cock-knob was sliding into 
Caroline's virgin love-tunnel. 

"Ah! Young lady, how tight and sweet you are! My cock throbs with joy from 
the friction of your virgin vagina!" 

"Oooohhh, God! I can feel you breaking my cherry! I can feel you fucking my 
virgin cunt! I can feel your cock going deep inside my pussy!" 

"Do you like it?" 

"Oh, I love it! It hurt a little bit at first, and I can still feel myself 
stretching, but the thrills are fantastic! My pussy is pulsating with 
pleasure! I'm getting pleasure sensations I've never had before! Oh, fuck 
me, Brother Anton!" 

The beautiful young girl wrapped her legs around Anton's ass and pressed her 
pussy up towards him. She shuddered with joy as his immense cock plowed to 
the bottom of her inflamed cunt. 

"Oh, God, now I am truly fucked! Truly, truly fucked, for I can feel your 
huge manly sex-organ plunging to the very bottom of my little pussy! Aaaahh, 
shit, but I love it, every stiff inch! Oh, fuck me, Brother Anton!" 

"Fuck you I will, my sweet virgin princess! For sooth, never have I felt a 
little pussy that pleased my cock more-and that's saying a mouthful!" 

"Aaaahh, yes, yes, move your cock around inside me! Ooooo, shit, I can't 
stand it! My loins are boiling with pleasure! Aaah! It feels so fine when 
you move it around up inside my pussy like that!" 

"By Christ, your cunt is tight and sweet! I hope you're ready for this, 
because I can't help myself! I'm going to have to start stroking my cock in 
and out, my little lover! Are you ready for some active fucking?" 

"Oh, give it to me! Give it to me! Fuck me any way you want! I'm ready to 
feel your tremendous cock sliding in and out of my tight little slit!" 

Their bodies trembling with lust, the two lovers writhed together, and 
Brother Anton slowly started grinding his huge cock in and out of Princess 
Caroline's sweet virgin cunt. Their interlocked sex organs thrilled with 
delight, and shivers of pleasure surged through their joined bodies. 

"Ooohh, shit, why did I stay a virgin so long! Had I but known what 
pleasures awaited me! Aaah, fuck me, sweet Brother Anton! My cunt craves the 
strong strokes of your wonderful dick!" 

"It's as well that you waited, my lover!" Anton panted. "I can't tell you 
how much pleasure I derive from being the first to fuck your little cunny! 
Oh, shit, how my cock twitches and jerks when I slip it around in your tight 
twat!" 

Caroline's perfect round ass squirmed beneath her as Brother Anton whipped 
his hard cock in and out of her pink wet cunt. Her legs embraced Anton's 
muscular flanks, and she caressed his back and shoulders with her hands 
while she was getting fucked. 

Brother Anton was now setting a rapid pace, for his cock was enjoying the 
sensations it got from sliding rapidly in and out of Caroline's crack. He 
craved more of the sweet friction in increase his pleasure even further, and 
soon he was fucking the teenaged princess as fast as his muscular body could 
move. 

"Ooohh-oohh-oh-oohh-ooohh-ooooohhh-oh-oh!" she sobbed. "What a fucking 
you're giving me for my first screw! Shit, I can't believe the sensations 
your fast-moving cock is causing in my vagina! My whole crotch is blazing 
with sexual bliss, and I'm sure you're going to drive me to my second orgasm 
before too long at this rate!" 

"Nothing would please me more! For I can also sense the approach of my own 
sweet climax, and nothing could be better than to spill my seed into you 
while your little cunny was climaxing too!" 

"Well, fuck me to orgasm then! Oh, God, it won't be hard, for my loins are 
already boiling with delight! Another stroke! Faster! Deeper! Ah, shit, fuck 
me as hard as you can!" 

"I'm fucking, I'm fucking! Oh, God, am I fucking! My balls are tightening 
with pleasure, and my ass-hole is palpitating with joy! My cock sings with 
pleasure when it slides up and down your cunt!" 

"Oh, slide it in and out! Already I can feel spasms of delight rippling 
through my crotch! Can you feel my pussy contracting with joy?" 

"Yes, yes, I can feel your pleasure contractions, and it makes my plunging 
pecker feel even better! Aaaahh shit, how good it will feel to ejaculate in 
your quivering quim!" 

"Ooohh, do it! Come in me! Aaaah, Brother Anton, my cunt-muscles are 
tightening with pleasure! My loins are taut with sexual tension, and I can't 
be far from orgasm! Oh, fuck me hard and fast!" 

"By Christ, I can feel your tight twat start to come as I fuck it! Ooohh, 
shit, I can feel your pleasure convulsions massaging my throbbing cock! Are 
you coming?" 

"YES! YES! I'M COMING! Oooooohhh, shit, fuck! Aaaaahh! Ooohhh, what 
pleasure! My cunt is exploding with delight! Oh, fuck me some more! I can't 
stand it, but fuck me anyway!" 

"My cock is bursting with lust! I can't hold it back any longer! I'm letting 
go! I can't help releasing my semen inside your cunt! Caroline, I'm coming 
up your cunt!" 

Brother Anton's balls tightened and spasmed with delight, and his cock 
jerked with joy. Floods of sperm came spewing up from his quivering balls, 
and soon the creamy fluid was bursting out of his twitching piss-slit. The 
friar gasped and squirmed as the pleasureful flow spurted into Caroline's 
vagina. 

The beautiful young princess felt Brother Anton's ejaculation pouring into 
her wet twat, and the sensations gave her an even harder orgasm. She 
clenched her legs around Anton's plunging flanks and sobbed and whimpered as 
he furiously fucked her coming pussy. 

"Aaahh-oohh-aaah! Oh! Uhh! Mmmmmm! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me 
forever! Come up my cunt until you can't come any more!" 

" Aaaah, Christ, what a piece of ass you are! What pleasure it is to 
ejaculate into your tight squirming slit! Your little pussy twitches like a 
massaging hand, milking my come right out of me!" 

"Aaaaahh-aaaahh-ah! AAHH! OOHH! Mmmmm! Uh!" 

They fucked until neither one of them could come any more, and they 
collapsed together exhausted on the bed. 

"That really felt good, Brother Anton!" Caroline sighed. "I'm glad you 
fucked me! Will you really help me keep Roland from going off on the 
Crusade?" 

Brother Anton sighed. "I'll do what I can, child! Of course, I must be 
assured of your continued cooperation!" 

"Oh, yes!" Princess Caroline purred. "You may be assured of that! I'll 
cooperate any time you want!"- 

And just to prove it, she let him fuck her once more before she got dressed 
and went back to her chambers. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Now it happened that the next day all the court of Burgundy met again in the 
great hall, and there they divided up into two parties, those who would go 
off crusading, and those who chose to follow their King and remain at home. 

It was clear that the crusading party was much the larger, and King Gunther 
was in a sour mood as he took his high-seat. Queen Hildrid was nowhere to be 
seen. 

Princess Caroline sought out Earl Roland and eagerly pulled him into a 
corner. 

"Give me a kiss!" Caroline said, and they met in a passionate embrace. Young 
Roland was again reminded of how much this young lady had to offer, and he 
held her closely, feeling her young breasts pressing into his chest. 

Soon they were caressing and embracing behind a curtain, and Earl Roland 
found himself inflamed with passion. 

"Suck a lovely, lustful young creature you are!" he said. "If only I can 
persuade you to remain faithful for me until I return from Palestine!" 

When Princess Caroline heard these words she pushed Roland away and looked 
into his face. 

"When you return from Palestine? Then you still mean to go? Have you not 
talked to Brother Anton this morning?" 

Caroline was sure that Brother Anton had kept his pro-mist about excluding 
Roland from the crusade, and she was shocked to hear his words. 

"Indeed, I have! Just this morning he told me that I should command a whole 
squadron, and would be in the first ranks when we charged the walls of 
Jerusalem!" 

Now it was obvious to Princess Caroline that Brother Anton had betrayed her, 
and she fell to bitter weeping. Roland tried to take her in his arms, but 
she rejected him. 

"Go away!" she sobbed. "Now everything is ruined! Oh, if only you knew what 
kind of man you propose to serve!" 

"What do you mean? Has Brother Anton done you any injury, my lady?" 

"Nothing you would think serious! He has merely robbed me of my maidenhead, 
in return for a promise he never kept!" 

Earl Roland was deeply shocked by these words. 

"Surely you cannot mean it! Surely Brother Anton would not take advantage of 
you!" 

"You think not? You fool! Here, give me your hand! I will prove what I say 
is true!" 

Princess Caroline grabbed the young earl's hand and guided it up her dress 
to the soft folds of her sexual flesh. 

"Put your finger inside me, and see if you can find the virginal membrane 
that was there before!" 

Dumbfounded, Roland did as she asked. 

"In truth, my lady, I do not find your cherry! Can it be you are telling me 
the truth?" 

"I swear, dear Roland, I am not lying! Brother Anton deflowered me 
yesterday, in exchange for a promise to keep you from going to the Holy 
Land!" 

Now Earl Roland felt himself betrayed on all sides, and he saw his joy 
crumble before his eyes. 

"What a tragedy this is! If I go now to the Holy Lands, I will know it is in 
opposition to the greatest sacrifice my sweet love could make! And if I stay 
here with you, I will always know that you have purchased my safety at the 
price of your honor!" 

The more Roland thought about this, the more furious he became, and finally 
his reason was submerged completely in a murderous rage. 

"God damn that bastardly monk!" he cried. "I shall make an end of him here 
and now!" 

Caroline gasped as Roland snatched up his sword and drew the blade from the 
scabbard. 

"No! Roland, no! Please!" 

But already Roland was filled with the battle-madness of a berserker, and he 
ran out into the hall brandishing his sword. All turned to look at him as he 
hurled his challenge through the hall. 

"All right, Brother Anton, you craven coward and despoiler of the innocent! 
Come out and do battle with me, you bastard!" 

The company fell back from Roland as he advanced swinging his sword. Brother 
Anton was standing with Duke Charles, and the black-garbed friar said, 
"Charles, you must defend me! I'm not armed, and that young maniac looks 
intent upon killing me!" 

Duke Charles stepped in front of Brother Anton and drew his blade. 

"Earl Roland! Stop where you are! Have you taken leave of your senses? Put 
that sword away immediately!" 

But Earl Roland kept coming, red fury glowing in his eyes. 

"Get out of my way, Charles! I would not harm you, kinsman, but I mean to 
kill that man behind you if it's the last thing I ever do!" 

Neither man was carrying a shield. Roland swung his swored two handed, and 
when Charles countered the clang of steel rang through the hall. Then 
Charles swung a blow, but Roland parried with his sword, and again the ring 
of steel filled the huge room. 

Women screamed and men gasped. A circle of space immediately cleared around 
the two men. 

"Roland, drop your sword! Do you realize what you're doing?" Charles panted. 

"Duke Charles, it is you who knows not what he does! I tell you, that 
black-frocked monk is an evil bastard, and if you knew what I know, you 
would help me kill him!" 

Roland tried to dash around Charles to get at Brother Anton, but Charles 
again barred his way. Roland swung his sword, and Charles parried, but the 
blade of Roland's sword slipped off Charles' weapon, and the young Duke was 
wounded in the shoulder. 

"You young fool! Now you have drawn my blood!" At the sight of the red blood 
running from his wound, Duke Charles was filled with tremendous righteous 
wrath, and he grabbed his sword two-handed and advanced on young Earl 
Roland. 

Charles' sword whistled through the air as he swung it two-handed. Roland 
tried to parry the blow with his own weapon, but his blade shattered and the 
force of Charles' blow carried through, giving young Earl Roland his 
death-stroke. 

"Aah! Now you have killed me!" Roland gasped, collapsing to the floor. 

Duke Charles instantly regretted his action, but it was too late, for Roland 
lay dying, his heart-blood staining the polished floor. 

"God damn this day!" Charles exploded. "What ever made that young fool 
attack me like that?" 

Now King Gunther saw all this from his high-seat, and he was sorely vexed to 
see his best men killing each other before his very eyes. He leaped to his 
feet and shouted for order, unsheathing and brandishing his famous long 
sword. 

"Enough! Let there be silence! I, Gunther King of 

Burgundy, command you to be still!" 

Slowly the confused crowd composed itself, and all looked in stunned silence 
at the body of young Roland. 

"What a horrible tragedy this is!" King Gunther mourned. "I can see now 
there is no point in fighting against the will of God! This question of 
crusading has divided my kingdom, my court, and even my family! I say, let 
there be an end to it! I will no longer fight against the will of the Lord! 
The knights of Burgundy will ride to the Holy Lands, and they shall win 
mighty victories! 

"And they shall be led by their rightful leader in peace and war, their 
king! I, Gunther King of Burgundy, will lead the Burgundians to Palestine 
myself! Enough of this division! Let us all now take up the Crusader's 
standard, and fight together under the same flag!" 

Now there was great rejoicing when Gunther spoke these words, and the 
cheering rang through the hall for many minutes. The joyful knights picked 
their king up on their shoulders and carried him around the hall, and the 
lovely ladies pelted him with flowers and sweet herbs. 

King Gunther and Brother Anton met in the center of the milling throng and 
shook hands and embraced, amidst the cheering of the ecstatic Burgundians. 

Everyone forgot all about Earl Roland, except for Princess Caroline, who 
bowed weeping over his body. Her tears ran hot, and mingled with the blood 
that now dried on his terrible wound. 

"Sleep well, dear beloved!" Caroline sobbed. "Sleep in peace, I shall never 
forget you! You shall have vengeance, my lover, and it will be 
blood-vengeance, you may be sure of that!" 

Even though everyone had seen Roland attack him first, Duke Charles still 
paid compensation to Roland's close kin, and many people thought him a more 
honorable man for doing that. But Caroline still nursed her grief in her 
heart, and swore to herself that Roland's blood must be paid for in kind. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

And so the Burgundian knights marched off to the Holy Lands, with Brother 
Anton to show them the way. The women were left behind with a few old loyal 
retainers, and the army marched overland to Constantinople. 

Now that the departure had actually come to pass, the women were sorry to 
see their men leave, but none grieved so much as Princess Andrea, who had 
become accustomed to the attentions of both Duke Charles and Brother Anton, 
being fucked first by one and then the other, so that she had been having 
good sex two or three times a day. 

On the morning when the army marched away, Andrea stood on the castle wall 
watching them leave, and she was sobbing with grief. 

"How shall I live without them?" she cried. "My two favorite cocks, both 
leaving at the same time! Is my sex-life to end almost as soon as it 
started?" 

And then a tremendous idea started forming in Andrea's head. She ran down 
from the battlements and started collecting the gear she thought she would 
need. An hour later Princess Caroline surprised her in her room. 

"Andrea! What are you doing in that strange costume? If I didn't know 
better, I would almost take you for a young man in those trousers and that 
jerkin!" 

"How wonderful of you to say that, for such is my purpose!" Andrea 
confessed. "Caroline, I can't stand to be left behind! There's a party of 
squires leaving in a few hours to catch up with the main army, and I intend 
to conceal myself among it!" 

"Oh, Andrea!" Caroline gasped. "You too want to go to the Holy Lands?" 

"I don't want to be left here all alone! Oh, I know you and mother are here, 
Caroline, but I can't stand to be separated from Charles!" Andrea did not 
mention that she was also as concerned about Brother Anton as Duke Charles. 
"Caroline, please don't give me away! Promise?" 

Caroline nodded her head. "I'll keep your secret. I think you're crazy, but 
if it's what you want to do, I won't try to stop you!" 

"Oh, thank you, sister!" 

Then the two royal sisters embraced, and Andrea grabbed up her luggage and 
went and concealed herself among the contingent of late-starting squires. 
Nobody questioned her in the confusion, and soon the seventeen year old 
princess was riding off after her lovers. 

The squires were under the command of a young knight named Sir Bors, and 
when their party still had not caught up with the main army by nightfall, 
Sir Bors ordered them to make camp for the night. 

Andrea kept to herself as much as she could, and no-one questioned her about 
anything. She helped silently with the cooking, and ate her portion with the 
rest. Immediately after dinner she rolled herself up in her sleeping robes, 
far away from the fire in the center of the camp. 

But sleep was long in coming, and Andrea was awake even after all the others 
had returned. And to make matters worse, she had to take a leak! Trying to 
be as quiet as possible, she slipped into a light robe and crept off into 
the edge of the woods. 

However her movements had not gone undetected. Sir Bors, sleeping lightly as 
befits a commander, saw her sneak off, and decided to investigate. "Probably 
just one of the lads going off to piss, but it never hurts to be sure!" 

So Sir Bora followed the shadowy figure into the woods, and he was greatly 
amazed to see Andrea lift her skirt and squat to piss. 

"What is this?" he marveled. "Has one of my squires learned to urinate like 
a woman?" 

But Andrea stood upright for a second in the moonlight before letting her 
skirt drop again, and Sir Bors could see with certainty that she was not a 
young man! 

"By Christ! That was a pussy if I ever saw one, and a nice young pussy at 
that. What's going on around here?" 

Sir Bors retreated into the shadows until Andrea walked past him, and then 
he reached out and grabbed her, easily pulling her into the darkness of the 
underbrush. 

"Oh! Stop! Unhand me! Let me go!" 

Pushing her to the ground, Sir Bora reached up her dress and ascertained in 
the most direct manner that she was female. 

"Get your hand out of there, you bastard! Take your finger out of my cunt!" 

"Forgive me, lady, but I had to make sure! Now, let's get a better look at 
you!" 

Bors pushed her face into a patch of moonlight and looked closely at her. 

"By the Rood!" he marveled. "Tis Princess Andrea, the King's elder daughter! 
This is indeed a prize! King Gunther will cover me with gold for this 
discovery!" 

Sir Bore hastened to withdraw his hand from between the lady's legs, but now 
she closed her thighs, catching him fast. 

"Oh, please, Sir Bors! You don't have to tell my father! It's just that I 
can't stand being left behind!" 

Andrea kept squeezing Sir Bors' hand between her legs, and now she put her 
hand on his wrist and moved his hand up and down her crack. 

"If you keep me with you and don't reveal any secret, you can fuck me all 
the way to Palestine!" the princess coaxed. "Wouldn't you like that?" 

"I don't know," Sir Bors said. "If Gunther ever found out, it would be worth 
my head-or worse!" 

"He'll never know!" Andrea promised, pressing her soft lips to his face, 
smothering him with passionate kisses. "Don't you want to try at least a 
little piece? Just one little fuck, so you'll know what you could be 
enjoying!" 

"In all truth, my lady, my cock does stand to attention when you snuggle 
against me like that!" 

"Let me feel it! Yes, open your trousers! Oh, it's really big! Don't you 
want to put it up inside my cunt?" 

Andrea opened her legs, and Bors did not try to remove his hand. In fact, he 
started caressing the soft pleasure-flesh between her legs, and she was 
stroking his throbbing cock, and soon both of them were swept away in a 
swirling current of lust. 

"Do you know how to stimulate my little clitoris?" 

"like this? Shall I roll it under my fingers?" 

"Aaahh, yes, yes! Do that! Oooh, fuck, that feels good! My loins are boiling 
with passion. Stroke my clit, and I'll jack your cock!" 

"Wrap your hand around it and jack the loose skin up and down the shaft! 
Aaahh, yes, that's it! Shit, you make my penis feel good when you do that!" 

"You can finger-fuck me if you want to!" 

Sir Bors penetrated Andrea's pink slit with his finger, making her moan and 
squirm with delight. Waves of pleasure surged through her pretty pussy, and 
she massaged his swollen cock, making him tremble with sexual joy. 

Panting and whining with lust, Andrea pumped her ass up and down in time 
with Sir Bors' finger-strokes, and soon she was overflowing with sweet 
vaginal juices. Opening the top of her robe, she invited Sir Bors to enjoy 
her full ripe young breasts. 

"Do you want to suck my nipples while you finger-fuck me and I jack your 
cock?" 

"Yes, I think so! Aaah, they're so lovely! Already your little nipples are 
erect with passion!" 

"Oh, but they're getting harder still as you lick and suck them! I love to 
have my tits sucked while I'm getting fingered in the pussy!" 

"Are you ready to be fucked?" 

"Yes! Please stick it in me!" 

Rolling over on her round ass, Andrea opened her bent knees and Sir Bors 
climbed eagerly into love's saddle. Andrea used her dainty hands to guide 
his throbbing cock to her waiting slit, and soon he could feel her soft 
vaginal lips around his swollen knob. 

Andrea's cunt was swollen open with desire, overflowing with slippery 
joy-gravy, and she was delighted to feel his cock start its vaginal 
penetration. She pushed her pussy up to meet him. 

"Oh, yes! Fuck me! That's what I want! Do it to me!" 

"By Christ, you are hot for it! Well, take it then!" 

"Aaaahh! Ooohh, you're in me!" 

"And it's a tight wet little cunt you have, too!" 

"Aaaahh, shit! How you fill me up! Oooh, my little pussy is bursting with 
your huge cock! I love it!" 

"Shall I give you some more then?" 

"All of it! Stick it all in me! I want to feel your cock clear down to the 
bottom of my vagina! Please, fuck me deep! Stick it in and then just leave 
it there for a while!" 

"like this? Oh, shit, but you're tight!" 

"Now, lie still and let me get used to having my cunt filled up with your 
dick! Oooh, yes! Kiss me, Sir Bors!" 

Their mouths met in an open-lipped kiss, and their tongues intertwined and 
caressed each other. Sir Bors' stiff erection was buried to the hilt in 
Andrea's tight wet pussy, and although neither was moving, the good 
vibrations between their sex organs was making them dizzy with lust. 

"Aaaahh, Sir Bors, my pussy is filling up with sweet slippery juices! I can 
feel your cock twitching with little spasms of pleasure, and it thrills my 
loins!" 

"I can also feel my cock swelling to even greater girth inside your heavenly 
vagina! I'm afraid, dear princess, that I'm going to have to start moving, 
because I crave cock-friction so much I'm losing control of my muscles!" 

"Well, fuck away, then, gallant knight! Screw me as speedily as you want! 
I'm ready for it! My cunt too could use some friction!" 

"Mmmmm! Aaaahh, what pleasant sensations I get when my cock slides in and 
out of you!" 

"Ooooh, I love it too, Sir Bors! I like it when you pull it almost all the 
way out, and then push it slowly back in again! Do that a few more times!" 

"Raise your legs up and wrap them around my hips! Yes, that's it! Now I can 
really get some action going!" 

"By the Holy Rood, it's true! You're really fucking me now! Ooohh, God, I 
love the strokes of your cock! Your big dick tickles my pussy so good it 
almost drives me crazy!" 

The two lovers squirmed and writhed in the bushes, their bodies shivering 
with pleasure. Andrea embraced her lover with her arms and legs, gasping for 
joy as his huge erection plowed in and out of her tight little snatch. 

Thrills of pleasure surged through Sir Bors' loins, making his cock jerk 
with joy. His balls tightened with delight, and he panted and moaned as he 
thrust his big pecker in and out of lovely Andrea's vagina. 

"Aaaah, Christ, what a good fuck you are, my princess! Your tight slick cunt 
gives my cock tremendous sensations of sexual joy! For the sake of pussy 
this good, I would carry you to Jerusalem on my back!" 

"No, on my back!" Andrea giggled. "On my back, with my legs wrapped around 
your thrusting flanks! Ooooohh, shit, but I love the feelings I get when you 
fuck me like this! Your cock is moving faster and faster, and it's whipping 
my cunt into a frenzy of lust!" 

"I can't help but fuck you as fast as I can, my lady, for the pleasure it 
gives me takes all command of my blissful body! I hope my desperate strokes 
are giving you pleasure!" 

"Oh, I love every inch of it! Fuck away, Sir Bors! Fuck me to orgasm! Make 
me come! Fuck me until I can't come any more!" 

"Aaaahh! Don't talk about coming! I can't hold my ejaculation back much 
longer! My balls are as tight as a fist, and my cock is bursting! I'll spill 
into you any minute now!" 

"Oh, do it! Come inside me! I'll have an orgasm if you do!" 

Sir Bors' sex organs were convulsing with pleasure, and he gasped and let 
go. His cock jerked with delight, and his balls vibrated with intense 
sensations. The hot thick cream spurted up his throbbing cock and squirted 
out the quivering piss-slit, and the young knight shuddered and groaned as 
his spasming sex organ pumped pleasure into Andrea's twitching pussy. 

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!! ! OOOHHH, fuck! No, no, no! Oooh, shit, what an orgasm! 
I'm still ejaculating!" 

When Sir Bors' powerful ejaculation poured into Andrea's vagina, it made the 
girl's tight twat convulse with pleasure, and soon the young princess was 
caught up in her own orgasm, sobbing and squirming, whimpering with delight 
as Sir Bors kept spilling his tickling seed into her climaxing cunt. 

"Ooohhhh-ooohhh! Aaaaahh! Fuck me! FUCK ME!! Fuck me and come in my cunt! It 
makes me come too when you come in my cunt! COME IN MY CUNT!" 

"Aaahh, shit, Christ, fuck! I'm STILL ejaculating! The come is pouring out 
of me like piss! I'm coming so hard my balls are getting cramps!" 

Andrea's long legs kicked and jerked, pointing straight up into the air as 
Sir Bors jerked and twitched on top of her, his quaking cock emptying itself 
inside her orgasming vagina. 

Finally Bors' cock pumped itself dry, and his shuddering spasms passed 
slowly away. Andrea stopped coming then too, and they laid in each others' 
arms, whimpering with the after-glow of a good fuck. 

Then they became aware of the voices around them. 

"That was very good, Sir Bors! Now it's our turn!" 

"You ought to give us squires a little sport, too! We need pussy just as 
much as anybody else!" 

"Roll off now, Sir Bors, and give another a chance!" 

"You'd both really best cooperate, you see, because otherwise you're in a 
very dangerous situation! If you are betrayed to King Gunther, he will cut 
off Sir Bors' head, and have Lady Andrea sent to a convent, or worse!" 

"So, you can't really deny us our sport, can you?" 

"Well be quick! We're all young lads, and we'll pop our rocks before you 
know it!" 

Sir Bors tried to grab for his sword, but the squires had prudently removed 
it from his reach. They were armed with spears and short swords, and all 
sported manly little erections. They ranged in age from twelve to fifteen, 
and there were about a dozen of them. 

"My God!" Sire Bors said. 

"Dear me!" Andrea sighed. "I suppose I shall just have to let the little 
beggars gang-fuck me." 

"Andrea, you can't be serious?" 

"Why not? Would you rather lose your head? I certainly don't intend to be 
sent off to any convent, I can tell you that for sure!" 

The squires were greatly cheered by this news, and immediately fell to 
bickering among themselves about who was to be first. 

"Here, here! None of that!" Sir Bors said. "At least be orderly about this! 
Line up according to age!" 

"I'll take the youngest one first!" Andrea said. 

A shy lad of twelve was pushed forward. He was very bashful, but the size of 
his erection showed he was eager for sexual contact. 

"Come on, lad!" Andrea said tenderly. Taking the boy in her arms, she opened 
her thighs for him and guided his erection to her vagina with her dainty 
hands. 

"Put it right in here! Yes, that's it! Push it up inside me! Oooh, yes, now 
you're there! Now pump up and down! That's it! Does it feel good?" 

"Oooh-oohh-oohhh, ye c-c-ccs, ma'am! I'm afraid I ain't gonna last long!" 

"Well, fuck away, lad! Take your pleasure!" 

"Ooohh! Oh, shit, it feels so good! It really tickles hard! Aaaaah! OOOOHH!! 
I'm coming! I'M COMING!! " 

The lad shivered and jerked as he had his orgasm, and the other squires 
cheered and clapped their hands. 

"Next!" 

"Me! Tm next!" 

"Oh, hurry, or I'm going to come before I even get a chance to fuck her." 

"He's in her! He's humping up and down." 

"Oh! He slipped back." 

"Put it back in!", "Aaaah! Look! He's coming! He's coming." 

"Stick it back in for the last few drops." 

"Aaaaaaahh! Oqooohhh! Uh! UUUHH!. " 

"Now me! My turn now! Hurry, I'm about to come." 

"Stick it in her! Stick it in her crack." 

"Wow! Look at him fuck her! Go! Go." 

"Ooohh, shit! I'm about to come! Here I come! FUCK!! SHIT!! I'm coming in a 
pussy." 

"He came already!" 

"Better for us! Hurry, it's my turn now!" 

"Hurry!" 

"Hurry!" 

And so it went, with all twelve of the lads taking their turn fucking young 
Princess Andrea. And in truth it must be said that the lady did not find it 
an unpleasant experience. Indeed, by the time the last lad, the oldest, a 
fifteen-year-old with a man-sized cock, was ready to fuck her she was ready 
for another climax. 

"What is your name, lad?" 

"Watt, m'lady!" he answered. 

"Watt, have you fucked before?" 

"A few times, m'lady!" 

"Well, make this a good one! Your young companions have given my twat a good 
tickling, and now I need some satisfaction!" 

"Then I'm your boy, ma'am!" 

Watt climbed on top of Andrea and she immediately wrapped him in the embrace 
of her lovely legs. The young lad took his cock in his hand and drove it 
straight into Andrea's vagina, penetrating to the bottom with a single 
stroke. 

"Well begin!" she panted. "Now give me a good fucking!" 

"Is it fast strokes you want, my lady? Then I shall fuck you as fast as I 
know how!" 

So saying, young Watt began humping his ass up and down, pumping his cock in 
and out of Andrea's tight twat. The young lady loved it, and begged for 
more. 

"That's what I want! Give me a good fucking! Fuck me hard and fast, because 
I can feel myself about to come!" 

"Shit, lady, me too! Ooooh, fuck, this is great! You're the best piece of 
ass I ever had!" 

"Oooh, shut up and fuck! I want cock-friction! Oooh, yes, give it to me! 
FUCK ME, I'M COMING!! " 

Princess Andrea gasped and squirmed as her second orgasm of the night 
thrilled through her loins, making her shudder with pleasure. The 
convulsions of her coming cunt got young Watt off too, and in a few seconds 
he was sweetening her snatch with his youthful cream. 

"Oooohh, aaaahh! Shit, fuck! I'm coming too! I'M COMING IN YOU, LADY! Oooh! 
Ah! Mmmmmm!" 

Andrea laughed with joy as the lad spilled his load into her throbbing cunt. 
She had thoroughly enjoyed all these young cocks, and she was looking 
forward to a very pleasant journey to the Holy Lands. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Now after due course the Burgundian army arrived overland to Constantinople. 
Then Brother Anton said to King Gunther, "Now you must go and meet the 
Byzantine Emperor, for he is the lord of this city, and of the straits 
beyond. If we are to get across the straits to the Holy Lands, we will need 
the Emperor's help, because it will take many boats to ferry this great 
army!" 

So Gunther sent a message to the Emperor saying he would like to see him. 
The Emperor had heard of the Burgundian court, and he immediately invited 
King Gunther to his palace. King Gunther dressed himself up in his finest 
clothes, and took with him Brother Anton, Duke Charles, and other worthy 
men. 

King Gunther and the Byzantine Emperor greeted each other warmly and 
exchanged news. Gunther asked the 

Emperor for his help in ferrying the Burgundian army across the water, and 
the Emperor gave his full support. 

Then the Emperor said to Gunther, "It will take me some days to prepare such 
a great navy as will be needed. In the meantime I will send you food for 
your whole army, and you and your close kinsmen must join me here in the 
palace!" 

Gunther thought this was a generous offer, and he quickly accepted. After 
further civilities, Gunther and the others were shown to luxurious private 
apartments in the Imperial Palace. 

Being tired after his journey, Gunther called for a hot bath. Servants 
immediately appeared, and soon the Burgundian King was reclining hi a tub of 
hot water. All the servants left except one young girl, and Gunther studied 
her as she moved around the room. 

She was quite young, perhaps the age of his younger daughter. Also like 
Caroline, this girl had dark hair, but where Caroline's was straight, this 
girl's dark tresses hung down in tight ringlets. 

Her body was very provocative-both child-like and womanly at the same time, 
with full breasts, long legs, and a delightful round little ass. 

"What's your name, child?" Gunther asked. 

"Jasmine," the girl replied. "Would you like me to wash you, master?" 

"Why-certainly!" 

Taking up a soft sponge, Jasmine came over and started scrubbing down 
Gunther's back. She was wearing a filmy gown with dark-colored drawers 
underneath, and as she leaned over the steaming tub, she slipped out of the 
gown. Naked except for the drawers, she splashed warm water over Gunther's 
shoulders. 

"You're a very lovely girl!" Gunther said. 

Hearing this remark, Jasmine smiled and her hand ducked under the water. 
Gunther gasped as her hand closed around his prick and started massaging his 
sex organs. 

"Does that feel good?" she asked. 

"Oh, yes!" Gunther answered. "Please don't stop!" 

"Your penis is getting hard! Look, it's sticking up above the water, and the 
knob is swelling up!" 

"That's because it loves the way you play with it!" 

Suddenly Jasmine slipped out of her black drawers, exposing the dark V of 
her pubic hairs. She lifted her slender leg and hopped into the tub with 
Gunther. 

"I can wash you and diddle your cock easier this way!" 

Taking Gunther's cock in both hands, Jasmine jacked the loose skin up and 
down until the King of Burgundy was squirming with delight. She also 
remembered to tickle and fondle his balls, which increased his joy. 

"Look, Your Majesty! A little droplet of clear liquid is leaking out of your 
piss-slit on the end of your cock!" 

"That means I'm getting really aroused! My cock is leaking with passion from 
your good caresses!" 

"I shall lick the moisture off with my tongue!" 

The giggling girl leaned over and applied the tip of her pink tongue to the 
end of Gunther's hard cock. She licked up the drop of fluid, and then gave 
it many more kisses and licks besides, until Gunther was gasping and moaning 
with sexual pleasure. 

"In truth, I think you're sucking my cock!" 

"Oh, I am, my lord! I'm sucking and kissing and licking your big manly 
hard-on, and I love it! It tastes wonderful, and I really like the way you 
squirm and twitch when I give your cock a good sucking!" 

"Well suck away, sweet child! For all I care, you can suck until you drink 
my come!" 

"Would you like to come in my mouth?" 

"I think it would give me great pleasure to ejaculate in your soft warm wet 
young mouth! Especially if you paid careful attention to jacking my cock and 
fondling my testicles while you sucked the knob!" 

"I will do exactly what you ask!" 

And that is just what the lovely young girl did. Stretching her jaws, she 
sucked the head of Gunther's cock into her mouth, and made love to it with 
her tongue and lips. Using her dainty hands, she stroked the loose skin at 
the base of his cock, and fondled and tickled his quivering balls. In this 
way Gunther was soon elevated to a state of sexual bliss. 

"Aaaaaahhh, shit, my sweet little cock-sucker! My God, but your mouth and 
hands do give me pleasure! My cock is throbbing like mad in your sweet 
mouth, and it makes me shiver with delight when you caress my balls like 
that! Fuck, you're great, Jasmine!" 

Giggling and laughing, Jasmine sucked and jacked until Gunther was 
approaching his orgasm. His testicles tightened with passion, and his cock 
started twitching with regular spasms. 

"I think you're going to shoot your semen into my mouth pretty soon!" 
Jasmine giggled. "Am I right that your ejaculation will soon be pouring out 
of your manly cock?" 

"Christ, that's right! Ooooohh, fuck, it feels so good! I can hardly stand 
it! My cock and balls are tickling like crazy! Aaaaaaahh, shit, I can't hold 
it back much longer! I'm going to have to come!" 

"Well, do it! Spurt your come into my mouth, and I'll suck it out of you and 
swallow it!" 

Then Jasmine used her little fingers to locate and caress the prime pleasure 
point between Gunther's balls at the base of his cock, that pushed him over 
the edge. His limbs convulsed, shudders ran through his body, his ass-hole 
palpitated. Swollen with lust, his cock started spouting thick cream, and he 
gasped and sobbed as the splendid sensations of orgasm rolled through his 
loins. 

"Aaaaaahh, fuck, shit! Jasmine, I'm coming in your mouth! My cock is 
shooting semen into your mouth, and I can feel you sucking and swallowing! 
Ooohh, by Christ, this feels so good!" 

Jasmine sucked and jacked as hard as she could, and Gunther squirmed and 
poured his pleasure into her soft mouth. When she had sucked him dry, she 
licked him clean and finished the bath. She helped him out of the tub and 
rubbed him down with clean warm towels, and then took him to bed. 

"Shall I lie down with you, master?" 

"Oh, please do, Jasmine!" 

They laid down together on the bed and embraced and caresses, and soon 
Gunther found himself getting erect again, despite his recent orgasm. 

There was not doubt that Jasmine was a sexy little wench! Her full breasts 
swelled with passion, and her dark red nipples came erect under his stroking 
fingertips. Her helly was flat and tight, and her loins inflamed Gunther's 
excitement when he brushed them with his fingers. He also stroked and petted 
the round cheeks of her ass, until she squirmed and giggled with delight. 

Jasmine's soft fingers again located Gunther's swelling sex organ, and now 
she fondled it even more sweetly than before. Her clever hands rubbed and 
squeezed and jacked until his cock was standing at full attention again, and 
she laughed as she fondled his tensing testicles. 

"I think you like me!" she said. "Do you want to play with my pussy?" 

"How would you like me best to arouse you, my little playmate?" 

"Would you mind kissing me down there?" 

"But not at all! I was just thinking the same thing!" 

So Gunther got down between Jasmine's lovely legs, and she opened her lovely 
thighs, treating him to a perfect view of her beautiful young sex organs. 
Her black pussy hairs were tight and curly, and a bright pink groove ran 
right up the middle. At the top of the groove was the little red button of 
her clitoris, and it was to this quivering love-button that Gunther first 
turned his attentions. 

Sticking out his tongue, Gunther applied the very tip to Jasmine's little 
clit and started a rolling motion. The pretty girl gasped and jerked with 
pleasure. 

"Ooohh, master! You are licking my clitoris! Fuck, that feels great!" 

Gunther licked Jasmine's clit until it was quite erect with sexual 
excitement. Then he started tenderly lapping the swelling lips of her 
vagina. 

"Now you're licking the edges of my cunt! Aaaaah, I'm so sensitive there! 
This is really arousing me, Gunther! Aren't you going to lick up inside my 
crack?" 

Stretching his tongue, King Gunther extended it up inside Jasmine's pink 
slit, making the little beauty writhe with joy. Her limbs trembled, and her 
slit started overflowing with pleasure-gravy. 

"Yes, yes, now your licking up inside my cunt! That makes me swoon with 
pleasure! Oh, master, eat my cunt! Lick out my snatch with your long tongue! 
I love to be tongue-fucked!" 

Now Gunther brought his hands into the act. He used his fingers to separate 
Jasmine's vaginal lips, and his tongue probed deeply up her snatch, making 
her shiver with delight. 

"Aaaahh! Ooooohhh! Mmmmm! Shit, fuck! My God, lord Gunther, but you do eat 
cunt! My cunt is throbbing with pleasure from your tongue-strokes! You make 
my loins boil with lust!" 

Shifting the fingers of one hand, Gunther also began massaging her erect 
clitoris, and now Jasmine was truly overwhelmed by the intensity of the 
sexual sensations she was feeling. 

"Oooh! Oh! Oh! Aaaaaahhh! Are you trying to make me come." 

"Why not?" 

"Well do it then! Eat, me to orgasm, and then come fuck me, and I'll come 
again for you when you spill your load in me!" 

So Gunther set himself to work on giving Jasmine an orgasm with his mouth. 
It wasn't very hard to do, since she was. already almost there. Gunther gave 
her more tongue and whipped it faster, and caressed her throbbing clit, and 
soon she was coming in his mouth. 

"Aaaaaaaaah! OOHH! OOOHH! OOOOOHH!" she gasped. 

Jasmine's little pussy convulsed with extreme delight, and her ass squirmed 
spasmodically as the waves of orgasms thrilled through her loins. Lots of 
sweet gravy poured out of her slit, and Gunther eagerly lapped it up and 
went licking for more. 

"Ooohh, master, you're making me come in your mouth! Aaaah, fuck, what an 
orgasm! Eat me! Fuck me with your tongue!" 

Gunther kept licking until Jasmine fianlly stopped coming, and then she 
pulled him up next to her and smothered him with kisses. 

"You made me feel so good! Now I'm all warmed up, and I'm ready to fuck! Can 
I get on top first?" 

"Surely! What ever you desire!" 

He rolled over on his back, his huge cock sticking up into the air. Jasmine 
straddled it with her lovely legs, and took his cock in her hand to guide it 
to her wet little snatch. When she had the tip between the lips of her 
vagina, she slowly lowered her weight, and Gunther's cock entered her tight 
twat. She rocked up and down on her heels, propelling the huge erection in 
and out of her pink pussy. Soon both parties were squirming with lust. 

"Never before have I made love in this position!" King Gunther moaned. 
"Indeed, it gives me great pleasure to feel your young pussy sliding up and 
down my erect cock!" 

Jasmine lowered herself down until she was sprawled across Gunther's body, 
and his cock was driven deep into her tight cunt. She squirmed and humped, 
always keeping her sweet wet twat in motion over Gunther's dick. 

"Aaaaahh! My God, what sweet sensations! My cock is throbbing inside your 
pussy! You keep moving around so sensuously! I can feel your firm breasts 
pressing against my chest, and my cock throbs with sweet agony as you grasp 
it in your cunny!" 

Then, you can feel the way I flex my pussy muscles when I slid up and down 
your cock?" 

"Ooohh, yes! I can feel it perfectly, and it makes me shiver with pleasure! 
I can tell already you are one of the most skilled fuckers I have ever met!" 

"Thank you, master! I have trained for years in the arts of pleasing men, 
and nothing gives me more pleasure than to feel a man shuddering in my arms 
in sexual ecstasy!" 

As she spoke, sweet Jasmine humped her round ass up and down, and her 
skillful fingers slipped between their thighs and began to tickle Gunther's 
quivering ball-sac. This made the good king shiver with delight, and he bent 
his neck and sucked one of Jasmine's nipples into his mouth. 

"Aaaah, yes, master! Suck my nipple, and I'll fuck my pussy up and down your 
hard cock! It feels so good to have you fucking me and sucking my tits! Do 
you like the way I fondle your balls while we're screwing?" 

"By the Rood, I swear it fills me with the greatest thrills I have ever 
felt! My cock and balls are surging with joy! Now I'm going to reach around 
with my hands and caress the perfect round cheeks of your ass while you hump 
my cock!" 

"Oh, please do, Lord Gunther! Aaahh, that feels so good when you stroke and 
pinch my buttocks while we're fucking!" 

"And now kiss me, my lover! Fondle my balls and give me a deep kiss, and I 
shall caress your ass while we fuck!" 

And so they embraced and kissed deeply, and King Gunther was extremely happy 
and intensly aroused by this young nubile beauty who had appeared with his 
bath. His cock sang with joy as she skillfully massaged it with the soft 
muscles inside her twitching vagina, and her tender hands gently manipulated 
his throbbing balls. His pleasure was heightened by feeling and caressing 
the young girls' beautiful ass while they had intercourse. 

Jasmine now began moving faster and faster, humping her lovely ass up and 
down, her tight pussy giving Gunther's cock a lot of good friction. Gunther 
squirmed and moaned, and Jasmine flexed her cunt and kept tickling his 
testicles, and soon Gunther was approaching the peak of his passions. 

"Ooohh, my sweet young lover, keep your tight twat moving around my hard 
cock, for I can feel my pleasure coming fast! Already my balls are 
convulsing with delight!" 

Upon hearing these words Jasmine intensified her manipulation of Gunther's 
testicles, and additionally she inserted the tip of one finger up into 
Gunther's twitching ass-hole. This made the King of Burgundy gasp and jerk 
with sexual delight, and he could no longer prevent the flow of his semen. 

"Aaaah, Christ! I can't stop it any more! You've found the prime pleasure 
point between my balls, and you're tickling my anus, and my cock can't hold 
back any longer!" 

"I shall move even faster then! Uh! Uh! Uh-uh-uh-UH-UHH!! " 

"OOOOOHHHH!! AAAAAH! OH GOD, I'm coming in your cunt! Coming in you! Squeeze 
my balls! Tweak my ass! Hump my cock! Shit, fuck, what an orgasm this is!" 

"Uh-uh-uh-uh! Ah-ah-ah-ah! AAAHH! Mmmmm!" 

Lovely little Jasmine's slender body danced over Gunther's spurting cock, 
and her playful pussy muscles milked his creamy semen out of his shuddering 
body. She caressed his convulsing nuts, and kissed him and bit him tenderly 
on the shoulders. 

Gunther could not remember having had such a wonderful ejaculation. His huge 
cock throbbed and twitched with pure sexual pleasure, and Jasmine's testicle 
massage kept the come pouring out of him for a very long time, during which 
his limbs trembled and jerked and his vision exploded with crimson 
fireworks. 

He never had to move during the entire orgasm, because lovely little Jasmine 
supplied all the necessary motion, and her beautiful body was expertly 
trained in drawing pleasure out of a man. The sultry beauty milked Gunther's 
flowing cock with her talented twat until his balls had pumped themselves 
dry under her fingers, and then she stroked and kissed him while the 
powerful king slowly regained his breath. 

"By the Holy Mother's shroud!" Gunther sighed. "Never in my life have I ever 
been fucked so well! And right on the heels of an excellent blow-job! You 
are a real treasure! Tell me, who are you? Where do you come from? If I did 
not already have a wife at home, I would seek out your father and ask your 
bride-price!" 

Jasmine gave Gunther an incredulous look and then burst out in gales of 
silver laughter. 

"Didn't anybody explain to you? You don't have to ask anybody for me! The 
Emperor gave me to you along with these apartments! I belong to you! I'm 
your slave!" 

Gunther gasped and closed his eyes. "I can see that already the Lord God is 
rewarding me for leading Burgundy on the Holy Crusade!" 

And Gunther spent many nights in the warm embrace of his slave girl Jasmine, 
and refused to allow any thoughts of Queen Hildrid to enter his head. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Now it was about at this time that something of note happened back in 
Burgundy. One day a small party of well-dressed and finely armed men 
appeared in front of the castle, and Queen Hildrid sent out to see who they 
were. 

Presently Queen Hildrid was informed that the leader of the party was Prince 
Balder of Denmark, who was accompanied by his nephew Count Rupert of 
Flanders. These were famous Christian men, and Queen Hildrid invited them in 
with their entire party. Later she put on a fine silk gown and went down to 
meet them in the hall. 

"Welcome, famous lords! What brings you south here to Burgundy?" she asked 
courteously. 

"We have heard that Brother Anton of Rome has organized the Burgundians in a 
new Crusade against the heathens!" Prince Balder promptly answered. "Three 
years ago when our cities were spared from the Black Plague, Rupert and I 
swore a vow to take part in the next Crusade against the Saracens, and we 
are here now to make good on that promise!" 

"How noble of you!" Queen Hildrid sighed. "But my husband King Gunther has 
already set out for Palestine, many days since!" 

"Then we must hurry to catch up with him!" Count Rupert exclaimed. "Have our 
horses saddled again at once!" 

"But stay a moment, and listen!" Queen Hildrid said. "I have received word 
that King Gunther is now in Constantinople, and is still arranging passage 
across the straits! That will take many days, so why don't you remain here 
in Burgundy until we hear that he is ready to sail? Then you can ride 
directly to Constantinople with your small party, and be there before the 
whole army has been ferried across!" 

Now Count Rupert was obviously impatient to be on their way, and he greeted 
this suggestion with a snort of contempt, but his uncle Prince Balder held 
up his hand. 

"Perhaps that is not such a bad idea!" Balder was studying the lines of 
Queen Hildrid's body underneath her silk gown, and he met her eyes and 
smiled. "After all, while swelter in Constantinople when we can wait here in 
Burgundy, with a whole empty castle to our disposal?" 

Count Rupert snorted with disgust and went off to see that the horses were 
taken care of. Clearly he was opposed to any delay. But Queen Hildrid had 
good food and wine sent for and invited Prince Balder to share her high-seat 
with her. 

"King Gunther must be a very trusting man to go off to Palestine and leave 
such a lovely queen behind!" Balder said. "I hope you have not been too 
lonely in his absence!" 

"I must confess to some lonely nights!" Queen Hildrid answered. "But perhaps 
things will be less lonely now that you are here!" 

After they had eaten and drank, Queen Hildrid boldly invited Prince Balder 
up to her chamber, and he accepted. They went into the queen's private 
apartment, and she immediately presented her face to him for a kiss. 

They met in a passionate embrace, and soon Balder was caressing her back and 
flanks as their open mouths ground together, tongues intertwined. 

"Is it your intention that I should sleep here with you tonight, my lady?" 
Balder asked. 

"Only if you want to!" 

"I do!" 

Balder found the buttons to her dress and slowly unfastened them, until the 
silk fell to the floor, revealing the splendor of Hildrid's naked body. Her 
full womanly breasts pointed proudly, and the beaten gold of her pussy hair 
glowed in the candle-light. 

Balder fell to kissing her all over. He covered her neck and round shoulder 
with kisses, and then moved down to her breasts. Hildrid gasped and shivered 
as he kissed her puckering nipples. 

"That feels good! My nipples are standing up for you!" 

Sucking her nipples until they stood up as erect as ripe cherries, Balder 
then moved on, kissing his way down her belly. Hildrid giggled and squirmed 
as his sweet kisses filled her navel. The he turned her slowly around and 
started kissing the smooth soft flesh of her lovely round ass. 

"That really arouses me when you kiss my buttocks like that!" 

Then he turned her around again and tenderly inserted his handsome face into 
the hairy V of her loins. Hildrid gasped as his tongue searched for her 
clitoris. 

"Ooohh! I've never been eaten out standing up before!" 

Hildrid spread her knees and stood bow-legged while Prince Balder worked his 
face into her crotch. He used his hands to separate the outer lips of her 
crack so his tongue could concentrate on her red little clit. 

"Now you've found my lust-button! Lick my clit, Balder!" 

Rocking gently up and down on her knees, Hildrid tickled and stroked her own 
swelling nipples while Balder licked between her open legs. He moved his 
tongue down from her clitoris to her slit, making her shudder with delight. 
He stuck his tongue up into her vagina, and she fucked up and down, fucking 
herself on Balder's writhing tongue. 

"Aaaaaahh! What sweet unexpected pleasure! Ooohh, this feels so good! I have 
to lie down!" 

Balder leaped to his feet, stripped off his clothing, and picked the lady up 
to carry her to bed. He deposited her tenderly on the coverlet, and then 
stepped back so she could look at his splendid erection. 

"What a fine huge cock you have! I shouldn't have expected any less from so 
manly a person! Come closer, so I can caress and kiss it!" 

Approaching the bed, Balder had his cock grasped tenderly in Hildrid's 
dainty hands, and soon he was shivering with joy as she jacked the skin up 
and down his stiffened shaft. 

"Such a fine large cock! I love the way it shivers in my hand! I must give 
it a kiss or two!" 

Bending her head, Hildrid extended her tongue and started running it around 
the ridge around the knob of Balder's erection. The worthy gentleman 
shivered with pleasure, and his balls quivered. 

"Your testicles also seem to be affected! Perhaps they need a kiss too!" 

Pulling Balder closer, Hildrid pressed her face into his groin and began to 
lick his balls with her tender tongue. Balder gasped aloud for delight at 
this, and his cock jerked in Hildrid's hand. 

"You do like that! Lie down here on the bed and let me give you pleasure 
with my mouth!" 

Prince Balder stretched out beside the queen, and she started making oral 
love to his sex organs. She covered his cock and balls with moist sucking 
kisses that filled Balder with surging thrills of sexual excitement, and she 
also tickled his ass-hole while she licked his dick. 

"Lady, please!" he cried. "It is unfair that I should have all the pleasure! 
Let us put our mouths to each others' sex organs and make love after the 
manner of the Franks!" 

And so they arranged themselves for sixty-nine. Queen Hildrid got on the 
bottom with her lovely legs spread wide, and Balder got on top, with his 
huge erection hanging in Hildrid's face. 

Each attached his or her mouth to the other's pleasure parts, and soon a 
vigorous sixty-nine was in session. Hildrid opened her mouth wide for 
Balder's swollen cock-knob, and gave it her best oral caresses with her lips 
and tongue. 

Balder in his turn gave sweet attentions to the queen's tender pleasure 
flesh. After kissing her clitoris erect, he started licking between the lips 
of her vagina, and soon she was shifting around with great passion, moaning 
with delight. 

"Good Prince Balder, your tongue moving around inside my pussy is giving me 
exquisite pleasure! I love it when you eat my cunt, and I love to suck your 
cock! Do you take pleasure from my oral caresses to your quivering hard-on?" 

"God yes, my sweet lover! Your soft mouth is a match for any cunt I've ever 
fucked, and I would be content to leave my cock there until my pleasure is 
released from my throbbing loins!" 

"Let it be agreed then! We shall suck and lick each other to our first 
orgasms! But later you must promise to give my little cunny a first-rate 
fucking with your noble erection!" 

"Agreed!" 

And so the two noble lovers proceeded to bring each other to orgasm through 
mutual oral stimulation. Of course, each of them also used their hands for 
additional caresses, and both enjoyed having their ass-holes tickled. 

"Suck my cock, sweet Hildrid! Suck me, and tickle my balls, and do not 
neglect to also stimulate my anus, good lady!" 

"I shant, for you have already reminded me by penetrating my own palpitating 
ass-hole with your own finger! I shall fuck you deeply with my tongue, as 
well as stroking your bummy and your clit with my fingers!" 

Groaning and squirming, the two lovers sucked and licked. Soon Balder was so 
aroused he was humping his hips up and down, and he was virtually fucking 
Hildrid in the mouth. She didn't mind, and she kept giving him plenty of 
stimulation on the balls and ass-hole with her hands. 

Hildrid also was greatly excited. Her vagina was greatly inflamed with lust, 
and sweet slick juices were overflowing from her pink pussy. It was obvious 
that both of them were getting ready to have their peak sexual experience. 

"Lick me to orgasm, sweet Balder! Already my loins are shivering with joy, 
and I'm ready to be swept up in an ecstasy of sexual delight! Lick my pussy 
and frig my clit!" 

Hearing that his lover neared climax, Balder redoubled his efforts, and soon 
Hildrid was gasping and jerking as the first spasms of her orgasm surged 
through her over-stimulated sex organs. 

"Now you're making me come! I'm having my orgasm, Balder! I'm climaxing in 
your mouth! Please keep licking out my cunt!" 

This news delighted Balder, and his own cock jumped with joy. Convulsions of 
pleasure shivered through his tightened testicles, and soon his own orgasm 
was curdling in his cock. 

"Prepare to drink semen, my lady!" he gasped. "I can't hold it back any 
longer! My sex organs are exploding with bliss, and I must ejaculate! 
AAAAAAHHH! Ooohh-oooohhhh-oooohh-ooh-OOHHHH!! " 

Even coming as hard as she was, Hildrid was still able to give his jerking 
cock-knob a little special suck, and she was instantly rewarded with a hot 
load of thick cream flooding into her mouth. 

"You're coming in my mouth! I'm coming in your mouth, and you're coming in 
mine!" 

Semen and pussy-gravy flowed like water as each of the lovers grimaced and 
groaned with the blissful exertions of sexual climax. Balder's balls pumped 
and his cock jerked, and Hildrid greedily drank the pleasure-cream that 
flowed from his quivering cock! 

Hildrid too took great delight in her orgasm, and she squirmed and twitched 
as the waves of sexual delight surged through her climaxing loins. Her 
pussy, clitoris, and ass-hole all sang with pleasure, and she sobbed and 
whimpered as the unbelievable sexual bliss shivered her slender limbs. 

"We're coming together! Coming in each other's mouth! Come in my mouth, and 
I'll come in yours!" 

They sucked and licked and stroked until finally their passions were 
exhausted, and they collapsed on the bed, sighing and panting for breath. 

They snuggled into each others' arms, and purred and cooed until they were 
both falling asleep. They awoke a few hours later and immediately began 
caressing again. 

"If the pleasure of fucking .your little cunny is any where near as great as 
the joy of ejaculating in your mouth, then I can hardly believe the treat 
that is in store for me!" Balder marveled. 

"I only hope that you come so provocatively in my slit as you do between my 
lips, brave Balder! Already I look forward to the joy of feeling you 
ejaculating into my vagina, thrilling me with your lustful spurts!" 

This sort of conversation was a powerful stimulant when mixed with lots of 
feeling and stroking of the genitals. Queen Hildrid had her lovely thighs 
flung wide open, and Prince Balder was wetting his fingers in her generous 
flow. He in turn had an enormous erection, and Hildrid fondled it with her 
dainty hands, until sticky clear liquid leaked from the twitching piss-slit! 

"My lady, you have made my cock quite hopelessly hard again! I just thought 
I had got it to lie down for the evening, and here it is, begging for more 
attention! I fear you won't get another moment's sleep until it's been 
sated!" 

"Oh, how exciting! What would it like to do?" 

"Well, the little devil believes you have a soft warm place between your 
lovely legs, and he'd like to crawl in there and get comfortable!" 

"Is that what he thinks? And what do you think, my lord?" 

"Why. I believe my agile hands have found that very place he was yearning 
for! In all truth, the. soft warm notch that lies beneath my hands this very 
minute would seem to be that exact spot where my cock would most like to 
recline!" 

"Well my lord, I can't deny that there does seem to be a little hole in the 
area you describe. And that hole does seem to be soft, especially when you 
caress it with your finger. Do you think that is the hole he wants to crawl 
into?" 

"I am sure of it." 

"Well, give him his head, and see what happens!" 

So saying, Queen Hildrid rolled over on her back and opened her knees, and 
she pulled Prince Balder over on top of her and embraced his muscular body 
with her arms and legs. 

"Fuck me!" 

She reached for Balder's stiff dick and guided it quickly to her waiting 
slit. Moving his cock around with her hands, she rubbed the swollen knob 
between her dripping vaginal lips. 

"Please fuck me, Balder!" 

Opening her knees as far apart as she could spread them, she pushed her 
loins upward to meet the throbbing tip of Balder's cock, and she pulled the 
end of his dick into the opening to her vagina. 

"Fuck me! Oh, please fuck me! Please, please fuck me!" 

Prince Balder leaned forward, his slim flanks humping sensually, and his 
cock slowly worked its way into Hildrid's cunt. The beautiful queen giggled 
and whimpered with pleasure, her lovely round ass squirming around on the 
bed. 

"Oooh, I love it when it goes up me for the first time! I'm getting fucked 
by a completely new cock, Balder. I love the feelings I have when you push 
your big hard-on up inside my pussy." 

"Ah, sweet lady, your little cunny is an unexpected treat! My long cock is 
thrilling with joy from the tight embrace of your wet vagina." 

"Push it all the way in! Yes, yes, like that. Oh, yes, I love to be fucked 
all the way to the bottom of my cunt. I love the little movements you make 
when your cock slides around inside me!" 

"Oh, Christ, lady, in all truth I must confess that those movements are not 
even within my control. So great is my pleasure that I do twitch and jerk 
quite without volition! That is how good it feels to have my hard cock 
buried deep in your sweet wet slit!" 

"Well move it around some more then! Let us have more sweet sexual friction! 
Move it in and out of me, for I think that will cause us both to feel great 
delight!" 

The queen matched her movements to her words, and started rocking back and 
forth on her beautiful ass, and Prince Balder could not resist joining into 
the lusty dance. Soon the fornicating couple was bouncing happily up and 
down, thrills of deep sexual joy surging through their interlocked pleasure 
organs. 

"By Holy Christ, I think this is one of the sweetest fucks I have ever 
enjoyed. Your tight wet pussy is both slippery and warm, and it undulates 
pleasurefully when it feels my big cock stroking in and out!" 

"You are absolutely right, my lord. My little cunny is so delighted with 
your strokes, it has little spasms and convulsions of joy every time you 
push in and pull out! My loins are beginning to boil with passion from your 
sweet strokes, Prince Balder!" 

"I also feel my lusts rising, fair lady! My testicles are trembling with 
delight, and my ass-hole contracts with pleasure! Waves of sexual tickling 
run up and down my cock, and I can't seem to get enough of the good friction 
I feel from the insides of your twat!" 

"Well fuck away, brave Balder, and you shall get all the good friction you 
want! Fuck away until you can't stand it any more, and the flood of your 
lust pours into my pussy! Fuck me till we both can't come any more!" 

And with such words as these did the noble couple accompany their sexual 
exertions, until both were squirming and whimpering with sexual bliss. 
Faster and faser did they fuck, until both were nearing the moment of 
climactic ecstasy. 

"Soon I shall spurt within you, my lover, for I can feel the tension 
building up between my balls! My cock is bursting with joy, and soon I shall 
explode with semen!" 

"I won't be sorry. Fuck me as fast as you want, bold Balder! I too can feel 
the extreme pleasure approaching, and I shall only be further elevated if I 
feel your manly flood pouring into my loins!" 

"Aaaah, Christ! I'm trying to hold it back, to increase my pleasure!' 

'Ooohh, fuck me! Fuck me, Balder, fuck me and come up my cunt!" 

"My balls! My testicles are tickling too hard to stand. I have to let go! 
I'm releasing it in you. Here it comes!" 

"Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt, and come in me, and I'll come too! I'm 
almost ready! I'm getting so close! Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!" 

Burning pleasure seared through Balder's groin as his ejaculation finally 
tore itself loose and surged through his twitching cock. His balls tightened 
like a fist and then released with a gut-wrenching spasm of delight, and his 
semen flooded Hildrid's twat, making her groan with joy. 

"I'M COMING IN YOU!! HILDRID, I'M COMING IN YOUR CUNT!" 

Balder's creamy load surged into Hildrid's vagina, and she started having 
her orgasm instantly. Her legs stuck straight up into the air, and she 
sobbed and squirmed as Balder poured his pleasure into her climaxing vagina. 

"OH! I'M COMING TOO! COME IN ME!! I'M COMING TOO!! " 

The couple rolled in ecstasy, welded together by the wild pleasure of their 
mutual orgasm. Balder's spurting cock jerked and twitched inside Hildrid's 
orgasming cunt, and they sobbed and groaned as their bodies shivered with 
unspeakable sexual pleasure. 

"I can't stop coming in you!" Balder groaned. "My semen is pouring out of me 
like piss! My cock burns with pleasure, and 

I feel like I'm going to come forever!" 

"Aaaah, yes! Come forever, and I'll come with you! I can't stop coming until 
you stop shooting cream into me, for every fresh jet of your ejaculation 
triggers another spasm of joy in my loins!" 

But nothing can last forever in this human world, so finally the two lovers 
fucked themselves to exhaustion, and collapsed in each others' arms on the 
bed. But before the morning sun had risen, they were to awake twice again 
and fuck some more, for they were greatly attracted to each other. 

Many days passed in this manner, with Queen Hildrid and Prince Balder 
dallying in bed together, but young Count Rupert was chafing with the delay, 
eager to be off to the Holy Lands. 

By and by Hildrid received a letter from King Gunther in Constantinople. 
Gunther reported that the fleet was finally ready, and the Burgundians would 
soon set out for the last stage of the journey to Palestine. In his letter 
Gunther did not mention that he had acquired a lovely slave girl who now 
accompanied him everywhere. 

For her part, Hildrid did not show the letter to Prince Balder at all, and 
so kept him in her bed, thinking it was still not time to leave for 
Constantinople. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

And so King Gunther and the Burgundians crossed over into Asia Minor and 
marched quickly to Palestine. King Gunther took the slave-girl Jasmine with 
him, and enjoyed her as often as time allowed. 

Princess Andrea was still traveling in disguise with Sir Bors and the 
company of squires. She waited for a chance to be near Duke Charles or 
Brother Anton, but they were important commanders and it was no easy task 
for a stranger to approach them. Meanwhile she fucked nightly with Sir Bors 
and the squires, and the journey passed pleasantly enough for her. If in 
fact the truth be told, she was beginning to enjoy gang-fucking very much, 
and was becoming quite used to the pleasure of having two or three orgasms 
every night. 

And so it finally came about that the Burgundian army marched into a broad 
plain laying before the city of Jerusalem, and there they met another large 
Christian army already assembled there. The Christian forces cheered and 
saluted each other, and soon there was a vast celebration under way. Up in 
the Saracen-held city, the heathens lined the battlements and watched their 
enemies disport below. 

The Burgundians were eager for battle, so the next morning King Gunther told 
Duke Charles to prepare a squadron of cavalry for a sortie against the 
Saracens. The duke quickly called up his men, and the Burgundians took the 
field. 

The commander of the Saracens in the city was a shrewd handsome veteran 
named Sheik Abdul, and he watched with his lieutenants from the city wall. 

"They must be Burgundians!" Abdul said. "They have a great reputation in 
Europe, but my spies tell me they haven't fought a battle in years! I think 
we can teach them a lesson right from the start! Send out a squadron of our 
best, battle-tested fighters!" 

King Gunther climbed a small tree to watch the battle, and he gave his men a 
cheering little speech in which he reminded them of the honor of Burgundy, 
and the men all shouted and waved their swords and rode off to battle. 

The city door opened and out streamed a squad of very fierce Saracen 
veterans. This squad was made up only of men who had lost brother, fathers, 
or other close kinsmen to the Christian invaders, and every man was 
thirsting for revenge. 

The Burgundian knights rode into battle with their armor highly polished and 
their colorful banners flying, but from the first clash in was obvious that 
Gunther's men were outmatched. 

Duke Charles watched with dismay as his men were cut to pieces by the 
heathens. He himself was radiant with battle, and his sword was always where 
it was needed most. Many Saracens fell to his blade, but it was not enough 
to stem the tide and soon the surviving Burgundians started to retreat. 

Duke Charles was furious. "Damn you cowards! Come back and fight! Do you 
want our enemies and allies alike to think we are cowards. Better death than 
dishonor!" 

This rallied the Burgundian knights and they started back to the battle, but 
just then three mounted Saracens attacked Charles at the same time. 

Charles parried a blow with his shield, and swung one of his own, and one of 
the Saracens fell dead to the ground. But then the other two closed on 
Charles and one of them struck his sword from his hand. 

"Take him alive and win a good reward!" Sheik Abdul called from the walls, 
and the two heathens immediately laid hands on Duke Charles and dragged him 
from his horse. The advancing Burgundians tried to rescue him, but Charles 
was thrown across one of the Saracen's saddles, and was soon being carried 
into the enemy city. 

Now there was great consternation among the Burgundians. The remnants of 
Charles' squadron chased his captors to the very gates of the city, and 
fought furiously with the heathens, but in the end all were slain. 

King Gunther tore his hair in sorrow. 

"My best commander is carried off by the heathens, and my forces are reduced 
by a quarter in a senseless slaughter! Why did I ever let myself by talked 
into leaving Burgundy? Never did I think my eyes would behold such a 
tragedy!" 

Princess Andrea, watching the battle disguised as a squire, was also very 
upset by the turn of events. She was sure the Saracens would submit Charles 
to horrible tortures, and her heart quaked at the thought. 

Only Brother Anton maintained his composure. Obviously very upset at the way 
things had turned out, he still remained calm and immediately set about 
taking care of the wounded and seeing to the needs of the rest of the 
Burgundian army. 

"The Lord God works in strange ways!" he told Gunther. "Perhaps Duke Charles 
will do us more good inside the walls than out!" 

But Gunther would not be consoled, and retired to his tent, where he 
resorted to sweet Jasmine's charms to help him forget his troubles. 

Charles struggled manfully against his captors, but was none the less 
subdued, and was surprised to find himself treated with every courtesy by 
the Saracens. After he had been stripped of all his armaments, he was placed 
in a comfortable cell and food was made available to him. 

Assuming he would be tortured, Charles was very anxious when his cell door 
was opened several hours later. But it was no less a personage than Sheik 
Abdul himself who had come to see him. 

"I trust you are comfortable?" Abdul asked. 

"I suppose so, considering the circumstances! When are you going to start 
torturing me?" 

Abdul raised his fine eyebrows in surprise. 

"Torture? Well, if it's what you want, I suppose it could be arranged! There 
must be somebody around here who could whip you, or burn you with red-hot 
irons, or something. Personally, I've always preferred playing a game or two 
of chess! Do you play?" 

"Why-why, yes! Yes, I do!" 

And so Sheik Abdul laid out a chess set and the two warriors sat down to 
play. Needless to say, Duke Charles was quite surprised at this form of 
captivity, and the two men spent a couple cordial hours over the checkered 
board. Finally Abdul put away the pieces, got up, and courteously thanked 
Charles for his time. 

Charles was left in confusion, but Sheik Abdul had found out all he needed 
to know. He returned to his quarters and talked with his kinsman and 
advisor, Sheriff Ali. 

"He is just what I expected-proud, boastful, and stupid! Even in captivity, 
he gloated like a child when I let him win one of the chess games!" 

"Did you find out what we need to know about the Burgundians' plans?" 

"Not yet, but I know just how to go about it! Send in 

Selena!" 

Moments later Selena arrived. She was believed by many to be the most 
beautiful woman in the Near East, and many men had lost their lives and 
fortunes out of lust for her. She was totally devoted to the heathen cause, 
and had placed all her wiles at the disposal of the city's defenders. 

Her beauty really was unbelievable. Now in her mid-twenties, Selena still 
looked like a teenager, with firm upright breasts. Her dark curly hair hung 
almost to the round perfection of her ass. Her legs were long and shapely, 
and her lovely face reminded one somehow of the radiance of the full moon. 

Selena greeted the commanders and asked what need they had of her. 

"Sister, listen carefully!" Abdul began. "We have in a cell below a man from 
the Christian army, a commander of the Burgundian army, which has recently 
arrived from Europe to increase our troubles!" 

"I hear you, Sheik!" 

"If we are to overcome these men from Burgundy and their infidel allies, we 
must find out all we can about their numbers, their supplies, and their 
battle plans! Do you understand?" 

"I hear you! Take me to him, Sheik Abdul!" 

So Abdul, had Selena taken to Charles' door, and it was opened and she 
walked into his cell, and the door was closed after her. Caught napping on 
his mattress, Charles jumped to his feet. His confusion was heightened at 
the sight of the lovely young woman, dressed in a very sheer silken gown, 
with her pointed breasts visible through the clinging cloth. 

"Who-who a-are you?" he stammered. 

"You may call me Selena!" she purred. "I probably shouldn't be here, but I 
just had to see you!" 

"You-you did?" 

"I was watching from the walls today when you were captured! I said to 
myself, 'What a man that is! He must be Charles, the famous duke of 
Burgundy!'" 

"Why-yes! Yes, that is my name! So, you have heard of me, have you?" 

"Oh, of course! Your fame in both war and peace has traveled far and wide, 
brave Duke Charles! May I sit down next to you here?" 

"Oh! Please, yes! Forgive me! Yes, do sit down! Well, I'm afraid you 
couldn't have been very impressed by my performance today!" 

"Clearly you were outnumbered by my brave Saracen kin! And I can't say I'm 
sorry, for now it has given us the chance to meet face to face!" 

"Why-why, yes! How nice!" 

Charles was completely hypnotized by Selena's sultry sexuality, and he 
couldn't keep his eyes off her bulging breasts. Her sweet scent filled his 
nostrils, and his senses reeled with the nearness of her. 

Selena slid one arm around his neck and laid her other hand in his lap. 
Charles found he couldn't swallow, and then his head swam as the beautiful 
girl pressed her lips to his. 

"Kiss me, you big handsome Christian! Stick your tongue in my mouth! Make 
love to me, Charles!" 

Charles found himself putting his arms around her and pulling her soft body 
up next to his. He could feel the fullness of her breasts against his chest, 
and the hand in his lap started tickling the inside of his thigh. 

Their mouths pressed together in a passionate kiss, and Charles felt his 
tongue being sucked into her mouth. Lust was flowing through him, and he 
reached boldly for her breasts. 

"Yes, Charles! Caress my breasts! Stroke my tits with your strong hands! 
Make my nipples stand up for you!" 

"Your breasts are so ripe and full! And the nipples are indeed rising under 
my fingers!" 

"That's not all that's rising around here!" Selena giggled. Her fingers had 
found his cock through the folds of his trousers, and it was stirring 
manfully in her grasp. "We should take our clothes off and get into bed 
together! I may never have another chance to fuck a brave Christian warrior 
like yourself!" 

Flattered by her attentions, Charles forgot he was in the camp of his enemy, 
and he eagerly joined Selena in stripping naked and jumping into bed. 

Selena immediately grabbed his cock and started caressing it with her soft 
hands. 

"I'm going to make it all hard! I can already feel it stiffening in my 
fingers! Will it help if I tickle your balls too?" 

"It can't hurt! Indeed, lady, you make me powerful in my lust! My cock 
shivers with delight as you stroke it to full erection!" 

"Don't you want to put your hands between my legs, Charles? I have opened my 
thighs for you!" 

So Charles ran his fingers up and down Selena's crack, until she was 
overflowing with pleasure-gravy. He also sucked and kissed her swollen 
nipples, making her squirm with delight. 

"I can tell you are as great a lover as you are a fighter!" 

Selena giggled. "Roll over on your back and let me enjoy myself by giving 
you tremendous pleasure!" 

Charles did as the lady suggested, and soon she was smothering his reclining 
body with kisses, using all her skills to arouse a deep lust in the 
Burgundian duke. Her soft mouth and tender hands soon had Charles whipped 
into a frenzy of passion. 

"Oh, by the blood of Christ! What a pleasure-master you are, sweet Selena! 
You kiss and nibble at my nipples, and your hand squeezes and caresses my 
hardening cock! Next your mouth is in my groin, licking my cock and balls!" 

"Tell me, my lover, have you ever had your ass-hole licked out?" 

"No, never! The idea drives me crazy." 

"Bend your knees and spread your legs, valiant knight, and I will teach you 
a new secret about sensuality!" Assuming the required position, Charles 
moaned and gasped as Selena settled in between his legs. She caressed and 
stroked his penis and testicles until he was grunting with passion, and then 
she started licking tenderly around his anus with the tip of her tongue. 

"Aaaaaaahh, by Christ! You are licking my ass-hole, and it makes me shiver 
with delight! I swear, I never knew before that my ass-hole was so tied into 
my organs of pleasure!" 

"Indeed, master, the ass-hole is but another pleasure organ, if one knows 
what to do with it! Now lie still so you can appreciate this!" 

So saying, lovely Selena penetrated Charles' rectum with her pointed pink 
tongue, and the duke gasped with pleasure and amazement. 

"Aaaahh, shit! Jesus Christ! What a thrill it gives me when you lick my anus 
like that! Plus the fact that you are constantly jacking my cock and 
fondling my testicles!" 

"This is what we infidels call a 'rim-job'! " Selena disclosed. "I am 
delighted to be able to initiate you into the mysteries of anal sex, my 
lord!" 

"A 'rim-job', did you say? By Jesus, it feels good! Aaaah, it makes me 
shiver with joy when you stick your tongue up inside my rectum like this! 
Oooohh, shit, now you're wiggling it around, and I can hardly stand it!" 

Filling her palm with spittle from her mouth, Selena coated Charles' prick 
with it, and jacked him off vigorously while licking and sucking his 
ass-hole. In addition, she also tickled and caressed his balls, and the 
Burgundian duke was squirming and whimpering with sexual delight. 

Selena could feel Charles' ass-hole contracting as she rimmed him, and she 
knew his climax was fast approaching. Therefore she changed her tactics. 
Moving her mouth to the swollen knob of his cock, she inserted a finger into 
his rectum so she could continue to give him anal stimulation while sucking 
his dick. 

"Aaaaahhh, by Christ's sweet blood!" Charles gasped. "In all truth, you are 
a mistress of sexual delight! Now you start to suck my cock while frigging 
my anus with your hands, and 

I shall be mistaken if you don't soon find your mouth flooded with my manly 
ejaculations!" 

This news did not displease Selena one bit, and she increased her efforts to 
suck Charles off. She pulled her mouth up and down his quivering penis, and 
also jacked the base in addition to fondling his quivering testicles. 
Charles gasped and moaned, writhing and twisting around on the bed. 

"Sweet lady, you will soon be drinking come! Aaaahh, fuck, here it comes! I 
can't keep it in any more! I'm gonna come in your mouth any second now, 
Selena!" 

"Well do it, baby! Pop your rocks between my teeth! I don't mind!" 

Tension gripped Charles' groin like a fist, and he groaned and writhed as 
his muscles tightened with passion. Selena's finger up his ass-hole kept him 
in a state of sexual tension, and her soft oral caresses on the end of his 
cock filled his organs with shivering pleasure too intense to bear. 

"Aaaahh! Aaaaaahh! Aaaaahhh! Oooohh, shit, I want to come so bad it's 
killing me, but I just get hotter and hotter! I can't get my cock to 
release, and my balls are shivering with lustful agony! Please make me come, 
Selena!" 

Fully aware of what she was doing to Charles, Selena giggled to herself. She 
began to rotate the finger she had up Charles' asshole, and his passionate 
discomfort increased. At the same time she sucked so very sweetly on the 
head of his cock, but her probing finger up his rectum prevented his orgasm, 
and he squirmed uncontrollably in his passion. 

"Oooooohhhh! Uuuuuuhhh! Aaaaaaaaaaahh! Oooohh, for the love of God, please 
let me come! I can't stand this! Please, please make me ejaculate, Selena!" 

Laughing to herself, Selena finally moved her finger from his ass-hole to 
his balls. Locating his primary pleasure zone between his balls at the base 
of his cock, she massaged his prostate and sucked as hard as she could. She 
was immediately rewarded with a mouth full of his ejaculation. 

"AAAAAAAHHH! SHIT!! FUCK!! JESUS CHRIST! 

Ooohhh, shit! Suck me off! Suck me off!" 

Charles' groin cramped with tension, and then everything released at once, 
unleashing a torrent of sexual pleasure. Charles' balls jerked with 
convulsions, his cock twitched and exploded with semen. His ass-hole 
palpitated with delight, and his tension and pleasure spouted out of his 
cock, into Selena's gently sucking mouth. 

"Aaaaahhhhrrrrggggghhhh! Shit, fuck, cock, cunt, come, shit! Aaaaaaahh, 
never before have I known such explosive pleasure! Suck my cock! Suck the 
come out of me, and make me have these orgasms until I die!" 

Charles' cock opened like a flood-gate, and the semen poured out of him like 
piss, accompanied by the best sexual sensations he had ever felt. His sex 
organs vibrated with ecstasy, and he could do no more than shiver and groan 
while his orgasm kept him in its spell. 

Selena for her part used all her expertise to have Charles have the greatest 
possible climax. She continued to softly tickle his pulsating ass-hole, and 
her hands also gently coaxed the spurting sperm from his cock. Her soft warm 
mouth cuddled and caressed the swollen knob of his cock, sucking out the 
precious fluids that gave him his delight. 

At last she had sucked from him all he had to give, and he fell back on the 
bed, swooning with joy. Selena tenderly licked up the spilled semen, and 
then stroked him until he was half-asleep. 

"Sleep quietly!" she whispered to him. "You are soo-o-oo sleepy! Just drift 
off to sleep!" 

Charles slowly fell into a deep slumber, and Selena stayed at his side. She 
discovered she could make him talk to her in his sleep, and she asked him 
many useful questions about the intentions and strengths of the Burgundian 
army. 

Finally she got up from his side and left the cell, locking it after her. 
Sheik Abdul and Sheriff Ali were waiting for her in Abdul's apartments. 

"Well, Selena! How did it go?" Abdul asked. 

"He is just as stupid as you thought, and as arrogant as well! I gave him a 
decent blow-job, and afterwards he opened up like a Christian whore's cunt!" 

And Selena then told Abdul and Ali all that she had learned from Charles. 

"Very good!" Abdul said. "Excellent, for the first night! Do you think you 
can learn more from him?" 

"Undoubtedly! I haven't even fucked him yet, and already he's eating out of 
my hand!" 

And so Duke Charles was to spend his captivity with the Saracens, being 
fucked day and night by the beautiful spy Selena. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Princess Andrea went to the squires' tent and thought a long while. So great 
was her desire to save Duke Charles from the heathens that she devised a 
plan for his rescue, and went immediately to set it into motion. 

First she went down to her father's tent and waited quietly nearby until 
finally she saw the slave-girl Jasmine emerging from the tent to go for 
water. Andrea waited until Jasmine was well away from the others, and then 
ran up and tugged at her sleeve. 

At first Jasmine tried to pull away, thinking herself to be assaulted by one 
of the squires, but then she looked closely at Andrea, and realized she was 
not looking into the face of a young boy. 

"Hold, now!" Jasmine said. "There is more to this business than meets the 
eye! What do you want of me?" 

Then Andrea drew Jasmine aside and told her who she was. When Jasmine heard 
Andrea was Gunther's daughter, she embraced her, for Jasmine had grown quite 
fond of the King of Burgundy. 

"Listen then to me," Andrea said. "If you truly love my father, then you 
must help me to rescue Duke Charles from the Saracens, for my father will 
die of grief if Charles perishes! Will you help me?" 

"Yes, of course!" Jasmine agreed, and so Andrea told the slave-girl her 
plan. 

Every night at dusk small parties of women would come out of the walls of 
the city to hunt briefly for fire-wood in the scrub below the walls. That 
evening Andrea and Jasmine dressed themselves as Palestinian women, and 
slipped through the brush and mingled with the city women. 

When the city women bundled up their wood and headed back through the gate, 
Andrea and Jasmine entered the city with them, and were never questioned, 
although it made Andrea's spine tingle to hear the sound of the heavy gates 
slammed shut behind them. 

They quickly found the palace, and followed the palace wood-gatherers into 
the palace kitchens. From there it was an easy matter to find out where 
Charles was being held prisoner. 

Jasmine located a dirty serving-wench and pressed a silver coin into the 
scullion's hand. 

"Quick, wench! Where is the infidel prisoner kept?" 

Just then Selena walked past the kitchen, and the scullion pointed at her 
and said, "Follow that girl, for she is probably going to Charles now!" 

Thinking Selena to be a Saracen torture-mistress, Andrea and Jasmine 
followed Selena to the end of a corridor, where she stopped before a locked 
room. 

"That must be his cell!" Andrea whispered. 

"Sssshhhh!" Jasmine warned, but it was too late, for Selena had heard them, 
and now turned to investigate. 

"What are you women doing here?" Selena asked. 

Reaching inside her cloak, she produced a long-bladed dagger, very sharply 
pointed. 

"Oh, please, madam, we are only lost!" Jasmine said. "We came in bearing 
fire-wood, and took a wrong turn near the kitchen--! " 

But Selena wasn't satisfied with this story, and she came closer, her blade 
at ready. Selena's suspicions were aroused, and she suddenly reached out and 
grabbed Andrea's cloak, ripping it off her body. 

This revealed Andrea's long blonde hair, which tumbled almost to her waist 
when the restraining gown was removed. It also revealed the knife Andrea had 
stuck in her girdle. 

"You are no Saracen woman!" Selena said. "You two must be Christian spies!" 

Selena raised her dagger and attacked Andrea instantly. Andrea stepped aside 
and drew her own blade. Selena attacked again, and her sharp-pointed weapon 
grazed Andrea's shoulder, drawing blood. 

"You cunt!" Andrea hissed. She swiped at Selena with her own sharp blade. 
The stroke missed Selena's body but it slashed her dress to ribbons, and the 
Saracen woman's full breasts were revealed. 

"Fucking Christian slut!" Selena spat. She charged in low, aiming her blade 
for Andrea's belly, but Andrea parried that thrust. But Selena's blade 
caught the hem of Andrea's shift, and her shift was torn away, revealing the 
full length of her shapely thighs and the golden bush of her pubic hairs. 

"Shit-eating heathen whore!" Andrea snarled. "Trying to cut my cunt out, are 
you? Just for that, I'm going to cut off one of your nipples!" 

So saying, the Princess of Burgundy hurled herself at the Saracen temptress, 
aiming her blade at Selena's ripe breasts. Selena twisted away so the knife 
only grazed her breast, but Andrea caught her foot in her discarded cloak 
and lost her balance. Selena pushed her with her shoulder, and Andrea 
slipped to the floor. Selena was instantly on top of her, her knife ready to 
kill. 

"Going to cut my nipples off, were you, you stinking Christian cunt? We'll 
see who gets cut now!" 

Selena aimed her blade at Andrea's heart, but it was never destined to 
strike. Jasmine was not armed in any way, and so she had stayed clear of the 
fight until now. But seeing Selena about to take Andrea's life, Jasmine 
threw herself on the Saracen girl. 

"You fucking twat! Now I shall have to kill you first!" 

Selena turned to Jasmine and thrust once into the slave-girl's body. The 
blade slid in between Jasmine's ribs, and the beautiful girl coughed and 
died. 

"Bastardly bitch! For that you die!" Andrea cried. Leaping at Selena before 
the Saracen woman could lift her arm, Andrea drove her blade deep into the 
Saracen girl's neck. Selena opened her mouth to scream, but blood rushed 
forth, and she fell dead to the floor. 

Scooping up Selena's keys, Andrea quickly opened the door to Charles' cell. 
Needless to say, Duke Charles was most amazed to see his Burgundian lover, 
but he had the good sense not to ask questions. Andrea quickly led him out 
of the cell, over the bodies of the two slain women, and down the corridor 
and out of the palace. 

They made their way carefully out of the city, and when they were in the 
scrub-wood between the city and the Christian camp, Charles made her stop 
and tell him what was going on. 

Andrea sat down with Charles and explained everything to him, and he thanked 
her for rescuing him, and they embraced, and soon were rolling together on 
the ground. 

"Did they treat you terribly?" Andrea asked, reaching for his cock. 

"They were utterly heartless!" Charles said, sliding his hand up Andrea's 
dress. "I'd rather not talk about it!" His fingers found the soft moist 
cleft between her legs, and he started caressing her clitoris. 

"Who was that woman I slew?" Andrea persisted. She had gotten Charles' 
trousers open and was teasing his cock to an erection. 

"Ah! Especially don't ask me about her! She was the most vile torturess of 
them all. Many was the time I writhed and moaned from her evil doings!" 

"Ooohh, my poor Charles! You were so brave!" 

By now both were quite aroused. Charles trousers were down around his 
ankles, and Andrea's skirt was up above her waist. In this manner they 
petted and caressed each others' sex organs until they were shivering with 
sexual excitement. 

"Aaaaahh, Charles, I must ask you to fuck me at once! The excitement of the 
night has gotten me greatly aroused, and I need to be well-screwed! Do you 
think my little cunny is ready for penetration?" 

"Indeed, sweet princess, it seems that the little pink lips of your slit are 
swelling widely with passion. In addition, the slick nectars that flow from 
your pussy are running in such a stream that it trickles down between the 
cheeks of your ass!" 

"Weil, fuck me then, for I can tell from its stiffness that your cock needs 
no further stimulation! Your big hard-on is ready to go to work!" 

Andrea laid down on her back and opened wide her shapely thighs. Charles 
mounted her quickly, and her eager hands reached for his cock so she could 
stuff her pussy with it. 

"In me! I want your cock inside me! Oh, there, that's it! Now push! Push 
your big cock up inside my slit! Aaaah, yes, yes, yes! Fuck me, my brave 
warrior!" 

"My Christ, I can feel my erection penetrating your tight wet cunt, sweet 
princess! Your sweet slit feels so good around my hard cock!" 

"Lie still for a while with your cock all the way inside me! I want to feel 
your big stiff dick pressing against the bottom of my vagina. 

They laid quietly for a while, his stiff prick deep within her tight twat. 
Their lips met in passionate kisses, and he caressed her breasts while she 
enjoyed the good feeling of having her pussy stuffed with hard cock. 

But soon their passions forced them into action, for their sex organs craved 
the good feelings gotten from the friction of a high-speed fuck. 

"I'm sorry, my sweet lady, but my body compels me to fuck you with greater 
vigor! Aaaahh, already I am shuddering with the sensations I get from 
sliding my cock in and out!" 

"Oooooh, don't be sorry, bold Charles! Do what you want to, I don't care! It 
feels really good for me, too! Mmmmm! Ah, fuck me, my bold knight, fuck me 
hard and deep!" 

The lovely blonde princess raised her slender long legs and wrapped them 
around her lover's surging body. His cock drove deeply into her throbbing 
love-tunnel, and she moaned and panted from the good sensations she was 
getting. 

"Charles, how glad I am that the Saracens didn't interfere with your ability 
to fuck! The good strokes of your long cock are whipping my little cunny 
into a frenzy of sexual excitement! Fuck me to orgasm, Charles!" 

"Have no fear, my sweet lover! I will stir your slit until we both feel the 
joy or our ultimate passions!" 

"Oooohh! Aaaahhh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Ooooooohh, yes, yes! Do it to me like that! 
Aaaaahhh! Ooooohh!" 

And so they fucked until each could feel the approach of orgasm. Then their 
exertions increased, as the sweet sensations of pleasure surged through 
their young fucking bodies. 

"By Christ, my sweet princess, I fear I must soon spill my seed into you! 
Already my testicles tighten with delight, and my cock is quivering with 
joy!" 

"I feel your hard cock quivering inside my vagina, Charles, and I love every 
inch of it! Come in me, and I'll come for you!" 

"By God's name, I have no choice! Ooooohh, shit! Sweet Christ, what fine 
sensations! Aaah! Ooohh! Uuuuuuhhh! Mmmmm! Ah, shit, here it comes! 
AAAAAARRRR GGGGG HHHH!! " 

Charles' orgasm was an explosion of release, and his cock jerked and 
trembled when it started spurting semen into Andrea's pussy. Andrea felt her 
loins flooded with Charles' hot cream, and that triggered her own climax. 

"Oh, Charles, now Fm coming too! Ooooohh! Yes, yes, fuck me and shoot come 
up my crack! I love to come while I'm being fucked by a spurting cock! 
Aaaaahhh! Yes, yes, yes!" 

Their bodies squirmed and trembled, welded together at the genitals by the 
tremendous energy of their mutual orgasm. Come flowed from Charles' dick 
like a river, and Andrea sobbed and moaned as each new ejaculation doubled 
the pleasure of her climax. 

But finally Charles pumped his pecker dry, and their exertions ended as they 
collapsed in each others' arms, whining with delight. But presently they got 
up and dressed, and Andrea took Duke Charles to her father, King Gunther of 
Burgundy. 

It is hard to say which astounded Gunther more-seeing his best commander 
miraculously rescued from the Saracens, or discovering his daughter among 
the Christian forces! 

But after everything had been explained, Gunther was very happy, and he 
forgave Andrea for joining the Crusade without his permission. They talked 
long into the night, and made great plans. 

Sheik Abdul's plan to pump Charles for information now backfired, for 
Charles had made careful note of everything he had seen inside the city 
walls, and now they were able to make a plan to take the city. Gunther went 
out and explained the plan to the other Crusader commanders, and they all 
saw at once that the plan was clever and daring enough to succeed. 

And so two days later the Crusader army arose long before dawn, and was 
already for the assault when the sun came up. The Saracens were taken 
completely by surprise, and the Christians took the city walls easily. But 
then there was serious fighting within the city, for Sheik Abdul had ordered 
that every Saracen man should fight to the death. 

After much battle, it came about that the Burgundians were about to storm 
Abdul's palace. King Gunther, Duke Charles and Brother Anton led the attack, 
and soon they were inside the front doors. 

Many brave men, Christian and heathen alike, met their deaths that day, 
before Gunther, Charles and Anton finally had cut their way to Abdul's 
private chamber. There Abdul and Ali waited, armed with ugly curved 
scimitars. It was clear that they meant to fight to the death. 

"Is this how you repay the courtesy I showed you when you were my guest?" 
Abdul taunted. "I thought I deserved better of you than this, Charles!" 

"What you'll get from me is just what you deserve!" Charles said. Then the 
Burgundians moved up to attack. 

Now Brother Anton had exchanged his black cowl for a suit of armor, but he 
had a black jerkin over that. He pulled out a huge battle-axe, and attacked 
Sheriff Ali. 

Ali swung his scimitar, but Anton parried with his axe. Then Anton aimed a 
blow at Ali's legs, but Ali leaped high into the air, and the axe missed 
him. Then Ali swung his scimitar, and Anton could not block the blow. The 
curved blade caught him in the neck, and he fell to the floor with a mortal 
wound. 

"It is only right that I should get my death in the Holy Lands!" Anton 
gasped, "for I have led many other men to their deaths here! Perhaps I will 
have much to answer for in Heaven, but I have always believed that I served 
the Lord in whatever manner was put before me!" 

These words were Anton's last, for then he died. 

"This was a strange and powerful man!" Gunther said. "There are many who 
will not mourn his death, but I can add to my honor by avenging him!" 

Then Gunther threw himself at Sheriff Ali, swinging his broad long sword. 
Ali parried the first blow, but Gunther was enraged, and his sword flew so 
fast it appeared that there were three of them all aiming strokes at Ali. 
Ali retreated to a corner, and there Gunther gave him his death-stroke in 
the belly, and Sheriff Ali died there. 

"So now, my former host, it is time for me to repay you for your 
hospitality!" Charles said, advancing on Sheik Abdul. 

"That is one debt I would gladly forget about!" Abdul said. "For I fear the 
collection of it may cost me my life!" 

And then they fell to fighting. Sheik Abdul fought well with his sharp 
scimitar, but he was no match for the valiant Burgundian's onslaught. Using 
no shield, Charles swung his sword two-handed, and parried all of Abdul's 
blows with his sword, as well as striking his own. 

Sheik Abdul tried to slice Charles' leg away, but Charles turned the stroke 
aside, and then aimed a blow at Abdul's head. Abdul could not parry in time, 
and Charles' sword gave him a mortal wound in the skull. 

When the news got out that Sheik Abdul was dead, the rest of the Saracens 
stopped their resistance, and then the Crusaders had a great time pillaging 
and looting, many a man stole himself a fortune that night. 

And so the Crusaders recovered Jerusalem for the Christian cause. They 
installed a Christian king in the palace and left him many fine knights to 
defend himself. Then the rest of the army packed up their loot and prepared 
to march home. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Back in Burgundy, Queen Hildrid was shocked when a messenger arrived with 
the news of the fall of Jerusalem, for she had still not yet told Prince 
Balder that the Crusaders had left Constantinople. 

Hildrid gave the messenger a gold coin and said, "Now you must promise not 
to tell this news to anyone else. If you do as I say there will be more gold 
for you, but if you betray me, then you shall surely die! Do you 
understand?" 

Then Hildrid retired into her chamber and thought about all these things. 
Finally she had Balder sent for, and told him what she wanted him to know, 
which was that the Burgundian army was on its way home. 

"I do not understand!" Balder said. "Have they then already taken Jerusalem, 
and we have not heard, about it?" 

"I don't know!" Hildrid sighed. "The message was badly garbled. Knowing my 
cowardly husband, it is possible that he turned around at Constantinople 
without ever setting foot into the Holy Lands, but I wouldn't put it past 
him to come back here full of bull-shit tales of how he killed the Sheik of 
Jerusalem single-handed!" 

Balder was very perplexed. "Well, what shall we do?" 

"I have this plan," Hildrid said. "What we shall do is very simple. After 
Gunther has arrived home I shall lure him into my chambers, and there we 
shall kill him! In addition we shall also have to slay Duke Charles, his 
sworn liege-man!" 

"These are grave deeds you propose, my lady!" said Balder. "What do you 
offer me in return?" 

"Only this; that if we should slay Gunther and Charles, then I should take 
you to wed, and you would sit with me as the King of Burgundy. And if you 
are able to get your kinsman Rupert to join in this with us, then I shall 
give him the hand of my daughter Princess Caroline, and I will make him Duke 
of Burgundy. Then you will rule the two kingdoms of Burgundy and Denmark, 
and our descendants will be one of the strongest families in Europe!" 

"Very well," Prince Balder said. "I will do this thing with you, and I shall 
go and recruit my kinsman Rupert." 

Balder went to find Count Rupert, and reported to him everything Hildrid had 
said. Rupert found this to his liking, especially the part about wedding 
Princess Caroline, for he had been lusting after her, but she refused to 
have anything to do with him preferring to remain in mourning for her dead 
lover Earl Roland. 

And so they entered into this foul conspiracy, and then Count Rupert went 
off to find Princess Caroline. He located her in the stable, where she was 
caring for Roland's horse. 

"Good day, sweet princess!" Rupert said, and he boldly put his hand on the 
lady's round young ass. 

"Get your hands off of me!" she snarled. "If you had any guts you would be 
off fighting the Saracens with my father! I'm sure the valiant dead knight 
whose horse this was would not be tarrying here, getting fresh with women 
who want nothing to do with him!" 

But Rupert only laughed at these insults. Instead of leaving, he grabbed 
Caroline and wrestled her brutally to the straw-covered floor. 

"Let me go, you bastard! I shall report this to my mother!" 

"Go and report!" Rupert laughed. "But you should first know that your mother 
has already given you to me in a marriage deal so you'll learn to lie still 
in my arms soon enough!" 

"How can it be that my mother gives me away in marriage when my father still 
lives?" 

"Your father my indeed still live, wench, but the first night he spends back 
in Burgundy Castle will be his last! My kinsman Balder and I have joined in 
a plot with your mother to slay him and so usurp the crown of Burgundy!" 

When poor Caroline heard this awful story she began to wail and weep, and 
the tears flowed down her face. But Rupert was not softened by this, but on 
the contrary found that the girl's distress only whetted his sexual 
appetites. He casually reached out and tore her gown down the front clear to 
her knees, revealing not only her lovely young breasts but also exposing the 
dark fur between her slender legs. 

"Oooh, please leave me alone!" 

But Rupert kept tearing at her dress until he had stripped her naked, and 
then he stood up and dropped his pants. His hard cock twitched cruelly as he 
lowered his body onto hers. 

"No-oo-oo! Please, leave me alone!" 

Caroline kept her legs clamped together, but Rupert managed to shove his 
knee between them and pry them apart. Forcing her thighs open, he groped 
brutally between her legs with his hands. 

"Now, that feel like a nice little pussy!" he said. "Yes, indeed, I could 
get a lot of pleasure out of a little cunny like that! And so could you, if 
you would only lie back and relax!" 

"Eat shit, bastard! I shall fight you to my last breath!" 

"It's all the same to me, princess! I have always enjoyed a rousing rape as 
much as a willing fuck!" 

So saying, Rupert seized his cock in his hand and started to ram it into 
Caroline's pussy. But she was too dry, and he was not able to penetrate. 

"Ah, well, we know how to deal with this problem!" 

Rupert ripped a strip of cloth off of Caroline's torn dress. He quickly tied 
her wrists together over her head, and fastened them to a post set into the 
stable floor. Bound firmly by the hands, Princess Caroline still tried to 
kick out at Rupert, but he slapped her sharply across the face and then got 
down between her legs and started slurping her twat with his sticky tongue. 

"We'll get you all moistened up! Nothing like a little pussy-eating to get a 
cunt warmed up!" 

Rupert lapped up and down Caroline's crack, concentrating on her little 
clit, and in spite of herself, Caroline started to become sexually aroused. 

"Noo, no, you bastard! I will not have you give me pleasure! Damn you, I 
would piss in your face if my bladder was full!" 

"Now you're getting into the spirit of things!" Rupert laughed. "Many times 
I have kissed a pissing cunt, and few things arouse me more! Even hearing 
you speak of it stirs my passions!" 

"Ooooohh, no! You shit-eater!" 

"Please, good lady, do not call your sweet pussy shit!" 

Burying his face in Caroline's crotch, Rupert licked and lapped at her clit 
until she was forced to admit to herself that she was becoming very sexually 
aroused. 

Rupert stuck his tongue up into Caroline's vagina, and the captive princess 
moaned, her lovely naked ass squirming in the straw. 

"Now it sounds like you're getting in the mood!" 

Licking deeper and deeper, Rupert used his tongue to whip Caroline's young 
pussy into a frenzy of lust. 

"Much better! Now your little slit-lips are swelling open with passion, and 
the sweet juices start to flow forth! I think you're about ready for a good 
fucking!" 

"You son of a shit-eating bitch! It may be true that you have sexually 
aroused me against my will, but I would rather fuck the dogs on the 
dung-heap than have your scabby cock shoved up in me!" 

"Perhaps we could arrange that. It might turn me on. But first I'm going to 
fuck you myself, I think! Maybe the dogs would like sloppy seconds!" 

"May God damn you straight to Hell!" Caroline prayed. 

Then Rupert was on top of her again, and this time his huge cock penetrated 
her with less trouble. The pretty captive princess moaned and writhed as 
Rupert forced his cock up inside her vagina. 

"No, you raping bastard! No! No!" 

Caroline struggled against her bonds, but to no avail. Soon Rupert had her 
cunt filled to the bottom with his large erection, and he didn't waste any 
time stroking himself into a state of brutal pleasure. 

"Aaaah, shit, this feels good! This is the way I like it! The more you 
struggle, the better it feels!" 

Upon hearing this Caroline decided to stop moving all together, and so she 
laid perfectly still while Rupert reamed her twat with his hard cock. 

But once again Caroline was betrayed by the lusts of her body, for although 
her mind hated Rupert, her cunt could not but help responding to his manful 
strokes, and soon she was whimpering and squirming with pleasure in spite of 
herself. 

Rupert humped his muscular hips up and down, loving the tight friction he 
got from Caroline's wet young pussy. His body shivered with joy, his balls 
quivering with pleasure. 

"Ah, yes, what a pleasing rape this has turned out to be! I love to fuck you 
when you squirm like that! My cock is delighted with your cunt!" 

Faster and faster did Rupert fuck, until Caroline felt herself transported 
into a sexual ecstasy. Her little cunt was throbbing with good sensations 
from Rupert's cock, and she forgot who he was and what he was doing, and 
concentrated on the pleasure she was feeling in her lovely loins. 

"Christ, yes! I swear you are a good fuck, wench, and after we're properly 
wed, maybe I won't even have to tie you up any more! Not that it bothers me, 
if you like it that way!" 

Presently both of them were nearing the peak of their delight, and Rupert 
poured on one last burst of speed, whipping his hardened cock in and out of 
Caroline's pink pussy. His balls were tightening with pleasure, and he could 
feel his semen curdling around the base of his cock. 

"God damn, but I'm about to come! Fuck, this is great! What a fine tight 
little cunt you have! Aaaa shit, here it comes! Aaah! Ooooh! UH! UUUHH! 
UUUUHH!! " 

Cock jerking with delight, Rupert spurted his semen into Caroline's captive 
cunt, and the flood of his ejaculation swept her over the edge. She started 
coming too, but she tried not to show it. 

"Aaaaaaahh, shit, what an orgasm! My sperm is pouring into you like piss! My 
cock and balls are wide open with ecstasy, and I'm pumping you full of my 
pleasure-juices!" 

Caroline also quivered with ecstasy, but she bit her lip and tried not to 
show it by whimpering or squirming too much. Waves of pleasure surged 
through her raped loins, and her violated vagina throbbed and thrilled with 
blissful sexual sensations. 

Finally Rupert the rapist finished his climax, and abruptly pulled his cock 
out, spilling the last few drops of his semen on Caroline's belly. He untied 
her bonds and then left her there whimpering on the straw-covered floor. 

"Vengeance shall be mine!" Caroline swore. "This bastard shall pay for what 
he has done! And he must not be allowed to murder my father!" 

But then Caroline heard Rupert returning. Reaching into her ruined dress, 
she found a tiny sheathed dagger, which she quickly concealed by rolling it 
up in her long hair. 

Rupert took her off and locked her in a room in a deserted wing of the 
castle. Then he and Balder and Ingrid sat down to plan the murder of King 
Gunther. 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

After several days the knights of Burgundy rode back into the land, and all 
who had remained behind turned out to meet them. They were given a good 
welcome, and when they told about the victory over the Saracens at 
Jerusalem, a great cheer went up, and they were accounted great heroes. 

Gunther met Queen Hildrid and the rest of his court in the great hall. Queen 
Hildrid was sitting on the high-seat, and Prince Balder was one step 
beneath. 

First Gunther stopped in the middle of the hall and told everyone in ringing 
tones about their victories in the Holy Lands, and he was given a great 
ovation. 

But while the people cheered and clapped, Hildrid whispered in Balder's ear: 
"Listen to him lie, the fool! He never got any further than Constantinople, 
if even that! If Jerusalem has fallen to the Christians, you can bet that 
milk-sop had nothing to do with it!" 

Then King Gunther introduced Princess Andrea and Duke Charles. He told them 
the two were to be married, and described their great deeds in the Holy 
Lands. Finally Gunther and Charles showed the people their wound-scars. 

"They probably got those wounds in a tavern brawl in Constantinople! That's 
the kind of fighting Gunther--likes best!" 

Then King Gunther mounted to the high seat and formally greeted his wife. 
Queen Hildrid met him with every civility, and then introduced him to Prince 
Balder. 

"This Balder, Prince of Denmark. He arrived here only yesterday, seeking to 
join your Crusade, but he was too late! I invited him in and gave him 
hospitality, knowing you would have done the same in my place!" 

Gunther praised his wife for her good manners, and then they all sat down to 
eat and drink, and Balder asked Gunther for details about the Crusade. 
Gunther told all willingly and honestly, but Queen Hildrid kept kicking 
Balder under the table and smirking at him, as if to say, "Isn't this a 
lark! Who does he think he's fooling?" 

Then after a decent interval, Gunther said he would like to go upstairs to 
his chamber with the queen. Balder excused himself, and the royal couple 
went upstairs together, and all the company cheered. There was great 
rejoicing in Burgundy that night as the valiant knights were reunited with 
their ladies; but there were also sad faces of those whose loved ones had 
not come back. 

Gunther and Hildrid came up into the chamber, and they embraced. Hildrid was 
careful to give every indication of being loving and happy, and Gunther 
suspected nothing. Presently she began to caress him in a sexual way, and he 
suggested they undress and go to bed. 

"Why not?" she answered. "After all, I seem to remember that we are legally 
wed!" 

So they stripped and laid down together. Gunther responded at once to the 
caresses of his wife, and his hard cock was soon throbbing in her hand. 

Having learned of the secret passage to the chamber from Brother Anton, 
Hildrid had told the secret to Prince Balder, and that was how Balder was to 
creep into the room and stab Gunther in the back. Hildrid continued to 
seduce her husband, waiting for her lover to show up on his murderous 
errand. 

At the same time, Princess Caroline was being subjected to the attentions of 
her captor, Count Rupert. Caroline was tied to a wooden bed by the wrists 
and ankles, and Rupert was pulling his cock out of his pants. 

"I must fuck you in a hurry tonight, my princess, for then I have to hurry 
off and help my kinsman kill your father the king and his man Charles!" 

Caroline strained against her bonds, but she knew it was no use to struggle. 
She had been raped repeatedly since being brought to the room, and her eyes 
glowered at Rupert with murderous hatred. 

"I only wish that my violated cunt might grow teeth so I could bite off your 
wretched cock and watch you bleed to death before my very eyes!" 

"Is that any way to talk to your lover? If you aren't nice to me, I just 
might decide to fuck your tight little cunt while it's all cold and dry, 
instead of taking the trouble to get your juices flowing!" 

Caroline did not reply to this, and Rupert started into his favorite method 
of warming Caroline up-eating her young cunt. He got down between her 
pinioned legs and started lapping her cunt, and as usual Caroline felt 
herself being sexually aroused at the same time she was cursing and hating 
him. 

Back in the royal bedchamber, Gunther was fingering the lips of Hildrid's 
slit, and she also was swelling and flowing with pleasure. Gunther caressed 
his wife's clitoris, and her pussy opened for him. 

"Hurry up and fuck me, Gunther!" Hildrid moaned. In fact, she wanted him to 
mount her so that her lover could stab him in the back while he lay in her 
arms! 

Faithless Hildrid found Gunther's swollen cock with her hands and pulled him 
onto her, guiding his dick to her pink vagina. 

"Now fuck me, good husband!" Hildrid sighed. "Stick your long-absent cock up 
my waiting cunt, for long have I awaited your good fuck strokes!" 

With this lie Hildrid enticed Gunther to penetrate her twat with his pulsing 
prick, and soon the two were joined at the loins in sexual congress. Gunther 
moaned with delight as he felt his stiff erection sliding deep into the 
tight wet folds of his wife's vagina. 

"This have I long waited for, my queen!" Gunther sighed. "My cock thrills 
with joy from the sweet embrace of your sweet wet slit!" 

Hildrid squirmed and moaned, and raised her legs to wrap them around her 
husband's back. Gunther shivered with joy, th inking she had done this out 
of passion, but actually her in-tention was to hold him more securely while 
Balder delivered his death-stroke! 

"Waves of pleasure surge through my cock and balls, and my ass-hole 
contracts with delight! In all truth, I am almost delirious with joy to be 
again fucking this my most favorite cunt!" 

Hildrid was delighted with Gunther's distraction, and her joy was made 
complete when she saw over his shoulder the form of her lover Balder of 
Denmark slipping through the secret panel. She winked over Gunther's 
shoulder at Balder, and the evil Danish prince reached to his belt and 
produced a long wicked dagger. 

"Oh, Gunther, fuck me fast and hard! I want to feel your cock whipping in 
and out of me. Please fuck me with great vigor! Give me as many cock strokes 
as you gave the Saracens, in as short a time!" 

Valiant Gunther, innocent of his enemy sneaking up on his back, was only too 
happy to give his lady what she said she wanted. His cock was craving the 
rapid friction of a brisk fuck, and he moved his ass quickly back and forth, 
sliding his swollen penis in and out of craven Hildrid's cunt. 

Cowardly Balder now stood directly behind Gunther's rolling back, and the 
point of his dagger was aimed between the king's heaving shoulder blades. 

Meanwhile, Balder's sinister kinsman Rupert had finished eating Caroline 
out, and was preparing to penetrate her juicy pussy. His cock was swollen 
with lust, and he pushed it between the pink lips of Caroline's little slit. 

As usual, Rupert had managed to get Caroline aroused in spite of her hatred 
for him, and she could not suppress a moan of pleasure when his large 
erection reamed into the tight wetness of her throbbing vagina. 

Squirming in her bonds, Caroline panted and sighed as Rupert took his 
pleasure between her lovely bound legs. His cock surged with thrills of joy 
and he laughed as he fucked. 

"Goddamn me if you don't get better every time!" he said. "I like it so much 
with you tied up like this, I may never let you go!" 

"That's what you think, pig!" Caroline thought, but she kept this to 
herself. 

"In fact, I like fucking you so much, I will probably come back and fuck you 
again after we've murdered your father and Charles! Ha-ha-haaaa-haahh!" 

Rupert shivered and shuddered as his cock radiated pleasure. The sweet 
friction of Caroline's tight twat was quickly bringing on his climax, and he 
giggled as his balls tightened with quivering tension. 

"But wait!" Rupert said. "I keep ignoring your little ass-hole! That's not 
fair, is it? It deserves its pleasure too!" 

With these words Rupert pulled his cock out of Caroline's cunt and quickly 
drove it up her anus. The shocked girl gasped with pain as the huge organ 
stretched her virgin rectum. 

"Ooooww! That hurts! You perverted son of a bitch." 

"Shut up, slut! You'll learn to beg for it! Just relax and enjoy it!" 

In fact, Caroline discovered that she did feel some pleasure if she relaxed 
her ass-hole instead of tightening it. She closed her eyes and allowed 
herself to enjoy what she could not prevent. 

"Aaaaaahh, I'm glad I remembered this! Your tight butt-hole is at least as 
sweet as your little cunt! And I love the way it makes you squirm around 
when I give your ass a good stroke!" 

His passions now fully aroused, it didn't take Rupert long to achieve his 
orgasm in Caroline's ass-hole. His cock jerked with intense pleasure, and 
then it started ejaculating, spewing his semen into the tied-up girl's anus. 

"Ooohh, fuck, what a come! I'm coming up your ass-hole, little Caroline! 
Don't you just love it? I just love anal fucking! We must do this more 
often!" 

Rupert fucked and pumped until his spasms passed, and then he quickly 
whipped his cock out of her bummy and wiped it off on a piece of towel. 

"Well, so much for that! Now, on to business!" 

Rupert put his cock away and strapped on a belt from which hung a 
short-sword and a sharp dagger. 

"See you soon, Caroline! Now I must go murder Duke Charles while my kinsman 
dispatches your father, King Gunther!" 

Rupert walked out the door. 

Now, Duke Charles was in his chamber, but he was not alone. His lover 
Princess Andrea had sneaked in to see him, and they were engaged in various 
sexual activities. 

First they kissed and caressed, and then they put their hands inside their 
clothes and fondled each other's sex organs until they were greatly aroused. 

After that they stripped each other and did some more fondling and petting, 
until both were shivering with pleasure. 

"Now let's do sixty-nine!" Andrea said. 

So they arranged themselves for double oral sex, both lying on their sides, 
face to crotch. Naked Andrea spread her legs and Charles used one of her 
thighs as a pillow while he kissed the soft crack between her legs. 

Taking Charles' cock in her dainty hands, Andrea began to lick all around 
the knob with her pink tongue. Then she licked down the shaft, and lapped 
around his throbbing balls for a while. Then she licked back up to the head 
and squeezed the swollen red knob into her soft mouth for a good sucking. 

"Aaaahh, Christ, how you do suck my cock! Nobody in the world ever sucked 
cocks better than you, my sweet Andrea! My hard penis is surging with 
energy, and thrills of pleasure are shooting through my groin! Oh, suck me, 
suck me!" 

Andrea used her hands and fingers for fondling and petting his balls and the 
shaft of his dick while she sucked the tip, causing him to feel great sexual 
sensations. 

But Charles was not neglecting his lady's private parts. He pressed his lips 
to her vagina and gave it a deep kiss that left her squirming with delight, 
and then he affixed his lips to her little red clitoris, and sucked and 
licked that tiny sex organ until the girl was beside herself with lust. 

"Oh, lick me, eat me, suck me, lap my clit! God, Charles, you're eating my 
cunt so good, it just makes me want to suck your cock that much better!" 

And so they went, trading pleasure for pleasure, each trying to outdo the 
other in giving good sexual sensations, until it was obvious that both of 
them were going to come at the same time. 

"Wait!" Charles gasped. "Let us slow down! I would not mind having my orgasm 
in your sweet mouth, but I had also wanted to do a little fucking! How do 
you feel about that?" 

"Oh, yes, yes! Please fuck me, Charles! I love the way you suck my clit, but 
even more I want the feeling of your good hard cock sliding up inside my 
pussy! Do it to me, Charles!" 

They rearranged themselves for intercourse. Andrea lay on her back and 
spread her legs, and Charles quickly got on top of her. His cock found its 
way to her cunt without any help, and soon he was penetrating right to the 
bottom of her vagina. 

"My God, your cunt is sweet! I'm really glad we did this, Andrea, for now I 
am truly in ecstasy, feeling your delightful pussy wrapped firmly around my 
throbbing erection! I shall soon spill my seed into you, my darling!" 

"Fuck away, brave friend! I don't care if you ejaculate in me! I'll love 
every drop of it!" 

If the truth be told, Andrea herself was on the verge of her orgasm, and 
hoped that Charles' lusty ejaculation would send her the rest of the way. 

So enrapt in their fucking were they that neither noticed when Count Rupert 
slipped through the door and drew his short sword. 

"Aaaaah, Christ in heaven, what a fuck this is! Andrea, I'm about to come!" 

"You're about to die!" Rupert muttered to himself, raising his sword over 
Charles' neck. 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

As soon as Rupert left, Princess Caroline set to work. Stretching her bonds 
as much as possible, she just managed to reach the dagger hidden in her hair 
with her right hand. Once she had the knife, she quickly cut her bonds and 
leaped off the bed. Grabbing up a coverlet to throw around her naked body, 
she ran to the door. 

As she had suspected, Rupert had left the key in the outside keyhole, and it 
was an easy matter to turn the key from the inside with the knife. Then 
Caroline threw the door open and ran as fast as she could to that part of 
the castle in which were the royal apartments. 

Throwing open the door to her parents' room, Caroline saw the whole scene in 
an instant-her parents embracing on the bed, and Balder standing over 
Gunther's bare back, his dagger poised. 

"Father!" Caroline screamed. "Father, look behind! You are about to be 
back-stabbed!" 

Warned at the last minute by Caroline's scream, Gunther rolled out of the 
way, but Balder's blow was already launched, and the dagger continued its 
descent, giving Queen Hildrid her death-stroke. 

"Aaaaah, no, my lover!" the dying queen screamed. "You have killed the wrong 
person! It was my husband who was supposed to die!" 

And with these words the faithless Queen Hildrid got her death. 

Now Balder leaped back, his bloody dagger still in his hand, and then he 
started stalking King Gunther, who looked around for a weapon. Caroline 
spied his sword in the corner and threw it to him. 

Gunther unsheathed his trusty blade, and Balder could see his death in 
Gunther's eyes. Suddenly a plan occurred to Balder, and he ran around the 
bed and grabbed hold of Princess Caroline, with his dagger poised at her 
throat. 

"Hold now, Gunther, or your daughter will be as dead as your wife!" 

"That would be a much greater loss to me!" Gunther allowed, and he lowered 
his sword but did not drop it. "I have no idea what you mean to do, but 
surely you cannot hope to get out of this alive!" 

But Balder hoped for exactly that, because he was counting on Rupert's 
quickly slaying Charles and coming to his aid. 

But Rupert was having troubles of his own. As he crept into Charles' room, 
ready to decapitate the Duke as he fucked Andrea, he kicked over Charles' 
helmet which he had left on the floor. Andrea looked over her lover's 
shoulder and screamed, seeing Rupert with his upraised sword. 

Then Charles saw the shadow of Rupert and his sword on the wall behind the 
bed. Seizing Andrea tightly in his embrace, he rolled them both across the 
bed with a kick of his legs, and Rupert's sword stroke slashed instead into 
the mattress. Then Charles leaped to his feet and snatched up his sword, 
quickly drawing it from the sheath. 

Charles swung the first blow, but Rupert parried with his blade, and then 
aimed a stroke of his own. Charles avoided that blow, and then Rupert ran 
out the door, thinking Charles would not chase him without first stopping to 
dress. 

But Charles cared not for modesty when fighting for his life, and he 
followed, stark naked, with his naked sword in his hand. Rupert felt 
Charles' sword swinging behind his back, and he turned to defend himself. 

Charles aimed a blow at Rupert's head, but Rupert countered that and aimed a 
stroke of his own, slicing for Charles' feet. Charles avoided that blow by 
leaping into the air, and the blade passed under his legs. 

Coming back to his feet, Charles rushed forward, swinging his sword 
two-handed. Rupert raised his sword to parry, but he was not fast enough, 
and Charles dealt him a wound in the shoulder. 

"Are you now ready to yield?" Charles asked. 

"Never!" Rupert snarled. "You will kill me anyway!" 

Now Rupert went on the attack, made desperate by his wound. Swinging his 
sword almost too fast to see, he backed Charles down the corridor. But 
Charles parried all strokes, and though he gave ground, he got no wounds. 

Rupert prayed that Balder would quickly kill Gunther and-come to his 
assistance, not knowing that Balder was having his own difficulties. 

Charles backed up to the end of the corridor, and then he went back on the 
attack again. Swinging his mighty sword around his head until the air 
whistled past the blade, Charles waded into his foe, and soon it was Rupert 
who gave ground. 

Bleeding from the shoulder, Rupert was growing weaker, and soon Charles saw 
an opening. He thrust forward with the point of his sword, and the tip 
caught Rupert in the chest, biting deep into his lungs. Rupert fell to one 
knee, coughing blood, and Charles stood over him and cut off his head with a 
single mighty stroke. 

Then Charles ran off the Gunther's room, suspecting that the king had also 
been targeted for an attack. He ran through the open door and saw Balder 
holding Caroline with a knife in his hand, pointed at her throat. 

"Thank God you're here!" Gunther said. "Now we can take him with no danger 
to Caroline!" 

The two Burgundian noblemen flanked the desperate Balder, and he knew not on 
which side to defend himself. Finally Gunther distracted his attention and 
Charles struck from the side. His blow cut into Balder's neck, and the Dane 
let go of Caroline and fell back into the corner. 

Andrea ran up to the door, and she and Caroline fell into each others' arms. 

"Now you will surely die for your treachery, villain!" Gunther thundered. 
Balder tried to defend himself with his knife, but Gunther quickly sliced 
through the wrist that held the blade. 

"Kill me then," Balder gasped, "but do not cut me to pieces!" 

"It is no better than you deserve!" Gunther said, But the king stepped 
forward and ended Balder's life with a clean stroke to the chest, and the 
faithless Prince of Denmark fell dead. 

Now Gunther brought together all the palace servants and showed them the 
bodies of Balder and Hildrid, and he told them all to tell him as much as 
they knew about what had gone on while he was away. With their help and the 
assistance of his daughter Caroline, Gunther soon figured out the whole 
story, and he was made very sad and very angry at the same time. 

"Drag the bodies of the traitors away," he ordered, "but do not bury them in 
sacred ground. Rather, take them to a high rock in the forest and let the 
birds devour their flesh!" 

This was done as he ordered, and then Gunther set about to arrange his 
kingdom. He gave Duke Charles even more power than before, and immediately 
arranged his wedding to Andrea. Then Gunther sat down on his high seat and 
dispensed justice. 

Gunther never again mentioned Queen Hildrid's name to a living soul, but it 
was easy to see that a tremendous sadness was inside him. 

One night as they sat drinking ale, Duke Charles asked, "Now tell my master, 
if you want, would you do it all over again if you could go back to the 
first day Brother Anton arrived?" 

"I don't know. Certainly this Crusading has cost me the only two women I 
ever loved. But if I had not gone, the first would have thought me a coward 
and stopped loving me, and I-would never have met the second, even though 
she was quickly taken from me! Strange indeed are the whims of the fates!" 

And so would be the end of the story, leaving Gunther in his loneliness, but 
for a happy accident which we must now relate. 

 CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

Now there was a certain merchant of Burgundy whose name was Rolph, and when 
he heard that the city of Jerusalem had been taken by the Christians, he 
said to himself, "Here is an opportunity to make some profits, for there are 
many trade-goods to be had in Palestine that folks will pay a good price for 
here!" 

So Rolph loaded up several horses with the richest produce of his land, and 
took plenty of money, though well hidden of course, and chose a few 
companions. He set off for Palestine, traveling first to Constantinople. 

Rolph sold his Burgundian goods all the way to Palestine, buying what he 
thought would be a good investment, and in this manner finally arrived in 
Jerusalem. There he rented a stall in the market, and was soon doing a brisk 
business, selling or trading for Oriental luxuries for the markets of 

Burgundy. 

It so happened that Rolph was a man of lusty sexual appetites, and one night 
he went off to visit the brothels. Finally he came to rest in a house of 
prostitution deep in the oldest quarter of the city, where few Christians 
ventured after dark. 

"What do you want, master?" the whore master inquired. 

"Something young and pretty, of course!" Rolph said. So the whore master 
brought him a young Syrian girl of about fourteen or fifteen. Rolph had the 
girl strip, and he found her young body to his liking. 

"She will do! And bring me also some wine-Greek, if you have any!" 

So Rolph settled into drinking and pleasure. "What would you have me do, 
lord?" the girl asked. "First I need to get an erection! How are you at 
sucking cocks?" 

"I have been trained in all the arts of pleasure!" 

"Then come and give my sex organs the benefit of your oral caresses, my 
sweet!" 

Rolph also stripped, and invited the child to come and kiss and lick his 
genitals, which of course she did; we do not know whether she enjoyed her 
work or not, and neither did Rolph, so good was her acting. 

The nameless Syrian girl put Rolph's soft cock into her little mouth and 
tenderly sucked until it started to stir between her lips. She tickled his 
balls and sucked sweetly on the tip of his cock until it started to swell 
with pleasure. 

The whore master went into a back room and there talked with his partner, a 
fat castrated man from Persia. 

"Listen," the whore master said, "that rich Burgundian merchant just came in 
and asked for a girl. I gave him Delilah. Now he is asking for good Greek 
wine." 

"He sounds rich indeed!" said the eunuch. 

"I think we should put some poppy juice into his wine! Then when Delilah 
fucks him to sleep, he will slumber for many hours, and we can steal him 
away to a hiding place. Then we will threaten to kill him slowly unless he 
gives over to as everything he owns! 

"By all means!" the Persian agreed. So they put the drug into Rolph's wine 
and served it to him. 

By then Rolph's cock was well swollen with lust, and he was grimacing and 
shuddering as Delilah fondled his. testicles in her soft palms. She was 
bobbing her head up and down over his hard-on, sliding her lips up and down 
the swollen red knob, licking and sucking, and Rolph was loving every minute 
of it. 

"Now you must show me your little pussy, and let me play with it!" he said. 

So Delilah laid on the bed with her legs well apart, and Rolph laid down 
between her knees and studied her little slit. Her pubic hairs were dark and 
not yet very thick due to her youthfulness, but her pink crack was 
glistening with moisture, and her-little clit was red with passion. 

"What a lovely little cunt! I simply must lick it!" First Rolph took a 
draught of wine, and then he stuck out his tongue and licked the girl's 
crack from top to bottom, several times, until her slit-lips were swelling 
apart with passion. 

"Now that's what I like to see-a well-excited little cunt!" 

Rolph licked some more, inserting his tongue deep into her twat, and he was 
soon rewarded with a flow of sweet pussy-juices, which he eagerly lapped up. 

Young Delilah truly took pleasure from this action, and she soon squirmed 
sensuously on the couch, moaning and giggling. 

"It tickles my pussy when you fuck me with your tongue!" 

Rolph licked and sucked the girl's vagina until they were both boiling with 
passion, and then he decided it was time for him to fuck her. 

"I shall lay on my back, and you will sit on my prick!" Rolph suggested. 

"What ever gives you pleasure will please me!" Delilah assured him. 

So the Burgundian merchant laid down with his stiff erection sticking up 
into the air. Delilah straddled it with her slender legs and slowly lowered 
her young body, until the swollen head of his cock was pressing against the 
moist lips of her cunt. 

The girl rocked her round ass back and forth, working Rolph's hard dick up 
into her tight little vagina. 

"By God, you have a tight sweet little slit!" Rolph sighed. "My cock does 
feel fine inside your cunt!" 

Delilah had about half of his cock up inside her vagina, and she bounced 
slowly up and down, sliding her cunt up and down Rolph's stiff pole. 

"Fucking good pussy strokes! By Christ, you do have a pleasureful little 
slit, my little whore! Now sit down hard and take it all up inside you!" 

Lowering herself down onto his belly, Delilah took the rest of Rolph's long 
erection up into her vagina, and she could feel it jerking and quivering 
with pleasure. Giggling, she reached behind and started tickling his 
testicles. 

"God damn me, but you are a well-trained whore! I think I shall play with 
your tits while you fuck my cock like this!" 

"Please do!" 

So Rolph reached up and caressed the girl's breasts while she moved her 
pussy up and down on his cock. The girl's dark nipples started to swell with 
passion, and soon he had gently pinched and caressed them to full erection. 
Then he reached down with one hand and started tickling Delilah's clitoris. 

"Aaah! Master, that feels very good! Keep doing that, and I guarantee you 
shall have a fuck you'll never forget! It makes me thrill with delight, and 
I'm sure your cock will feel the benefit of the pleasure spasms in my cunt!" 

Nor was the pretty little prostitute lying either, for as Rolph fondled her 
love-button, he could feel her smooth little vagina contracting with little 
convulsions of delight, and this caused him to experience wonderful sexual 
sensations in his erect penis. 

Additionally, she was still tickling and stroking his shivering balls, so 
all in all, Rolph was getting a pretty good piece of ass! 

"Mmmmm! You good little pussy you! I'm glad I found my way to this house, 
for I have never been fucked this good in my life! My balls are tight with 
sweet tension, my ass-hole is contracting with joy, and my cock is throbbing 
with pleasure!" 

Then young Delilah leaned over and kissed Rolph tenderly on the lips. She 
started whispering into his ear. 

"Master, I know a trick that will give you the best orgasm you ever thought 
imaginable! Shall I do it with you?" 

Rolph had already planned to have the greatest climax of his existence, but 
how could he refuse any offer that did him honor? 

"Surely, let us do it! Anything that will increase my joy!" 

Then the girl got off him for a moment. She reached into her bag and brought 
out a device that Rolph examined with great curiosity. It was a silken cord 
about three feet long, and every six inches a round glass bead was knotted 
into the string, so there were about ten beads all together. 

"Spread wide your legs, master!" 

Rolph opened his knees, and to his astonishment the girl leaned down and 
started to lick his ass-hole. 

"By Christ! You're licking my anus!" 

"Just relax and lie still! I promise you, you'll enjoy it! But for now, 
don't question anything I do, okay?" 

Well, Rolph thought, there are worse things than getting your ass kissed! So 
he laid back and let Delilah give him a splendid rim job, until his anus was 
quite aroused. 

"Now, you really gotta relax for this part!" 

Delilah started tenderly stuffing the beaded cord up Rolph's ass-hole. 
Utterly shocked, the merchant started to protest, but then he realized the 
sensation was not really all that unpleasant, so he let her finish, until 
only about ten inches of red silk string was still sticking out of his ass. 

Then she mounted him again, but this time she got on backwards, so she was 
facing his feet, with her back to his face. But her little slit was as wet 
and tight as ever, and Rolph soon discovered that his sexual pleasure was 
increased by the pressure of the beads in his anus. 

"Hey, this really is good!" he said. 

"Don't you worry, we haven't even come to the really good part yet!" 

Obviously Delilah had mounted backwards so she could give attention to his 
balls and ass-hole, Rolph realized. The pretty teenaged prostitute started 
fondling and caressing his shivering testicles, and he moaned and squirmed 
with pleasure as tickling waves of joy surged through his tightening 
ball-sac. 

"Mmmmmmmm. This really is good!" 

Now Delilah was rocking her hips back and forth, moving her pussy up and 
down his cock, and the good friction was soon giving him wonderfully sweet 
sexual sensations all through his belly and cock. Of course, she kept 
tickling and feeling his balls, which were quivering and contracting with 
every stroke. 

"Mmmmm! Aaaaaaaahh! Ooohh, Jesus Christ! By the saints, this is great 
fucking!" 

A true professional, Delilah now added another aspect to their sex, when she 
started squeezing down on the muscles inside her vagina, making Rolph moan 
and cry out with delight when he felt her cunt contractions massaging his 
throbbing erection. 

"Oh, Jesus Christ, that is really fantastic! Aaaaaahh, shit! What a work-out 
your giving me! My cock has never had sensations like this, and my ass-hole 
is really loving it!" 

Delilah now threw the whole act into high gear, and started bringing Rolph 
to his climax. She rocked her beautiful little ass up and down to hump her 
pussy up and down the length of his quivering cock, and at the same time 
massaged his sex organ with her contracting cunt muscles. 

Shocking waves of pleasure surged through his groin, and she increased it by 
gently fondling his shivering balls. Pleasure knotted the muscles in Rolph's 
belly, and his cock jerked for joy. 

"Aaaah, sweet pussy, I can feel an orgasm building up inside my belly! It 
feels so good, I can hardly stand it! My cock is bursting with joy, and I 
don't think I can hold my semen in for much longer!" 

"Well, don't try!" Delilah said sweetly. 

And with these words, she pressed down with her hand on the prime-pleasure 
point between his balls, and at the same time she picked up the string 
dangling from his ass and pulled hard. 

"AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHH!" 

The beads on the string massaged Rolph's prostate gland from the inside of 
his ass at the same time Delilah pushed on it from the outside. Rolph's 
semen was ripped from his cock with a force of pleasure that was like an 
explosion. Shocking waves of orgasm zapped through his body. Red lights 
burst behind his eyes, and jizm spurted from Rolph's cock like a broken dam. 

All the semen burst out of him at once, and his cock squirmed with pleasure 
as it emptied itself into Delilah's contracting cunt. His cock swelled with 
pleasure, and jerked fitfully as the come poured through it like piss. Rolph 
gasped and sobbed and moaned as his jizm was milked from him, and he pumped 
his pleasure into the young's girl's vagina until his balls were dry. 

Under the combined influnces of opium and the best orgasm in the world, 
Rolph had passed out even before his erection had melted away. He was 
quickly bound and gagged by the two whoremasters and then careied to a dank 
cell deep in the cellar of the slums. 

Rolph awakened the next morning with a terrible hangover, a raging thirst, 
and limp cock. He called for water and was answered with curses. Finally, 
hours later, the Persian eunuch appeared. 

"Hello, Rolph of Burgundy! Would you like a drink of water?" 

"Let me out of here, you ball-less bastard." 

"No need to get personal!" The eunuch threw the water over Rolph's head and 
left. When he returned an hour later, Rolph was more civil. 

"What do you want of me?" he asked. 

"Money, of course!" the Eunuch said, handing him ajar of water. 

"How much?" 

"How much have you got?" 

Rolph groaned. "Let me guess! If you don't get it all, you're going to kill 
me, right?" 

"That was our original plan, but now I'm more of a mind to cut your balls 
off and sell you as a slave!" 

Rolph groaned again. Then he wrote a note to his assistant in the market 
place, telling him to add up all of Rolph's accounts in Palestine and bring 
the figures to the brothel. After that he was given a bowl of food to eat. 

Now as you may imagine, Rolph was very distressed by this turn of events, 
and he was particularly ill disposed by the whole idea of women and sex, for 
he had no way of knowing that little Delilah had nothing to do with what 
happened to him. 

"God curse that conniving little cunt!" Rolph moaned. "I would cheerfully 
cut her cunt right out of her wretched little body!" 

For this reason, he was not at all pleased when a dark-eyed female face 
appeared at the door of his cell. "Say, man! Are you the merchant from 
Burgundy." 

"Who the fuck wants to know!" 

"Please! Are you Rolph of Burgundy? If you are, I may be able to help you!" 

"Go and eat a plate of shit, you treacherous cunt! This is no doubt another 
disgusting female trick!" 

And Rolph refused to talk with the woman at all. 

A few hours later the eunuch returned, and he had in his hand the statement 
of Rolph's accounts. 

"Well?? Will you let me go now if I sign them over to you?" 

"This is not nearly enough!" the Persian eunuch said. "We thought you were 
worth a lot more than this! Are you sure you're not hiding anything from 
us?" 

"I swear, that's everything I own in Palestine!" 

"Well, it's not enough, not by a long shot! You're going to have to write 
back to Burgundy and have them send out some more money!" 

Rolph swore and ground his teeth. 

"Of course, if you'd rather not, I could just castrate you right now...! " 

Rolph called for a pen and ink and wrote to his brother in Burgundy, telling 
him to liquefy all his assets and send them out to Jerusalem for ransom. The 
eunuch took the letter and went away, leaving Rolph groaning and tearing at 
his sparse hair. 

For all these reasons, Rolph was more inclined to listen when the strange 
girl reappeared and asked again who he was. 

"I am in fact that one who is called Rolph of Burgundy," he said. "Now, tell 
me what you want of me!" 

T will help you to escape from these people if you want me to!" 

"And what do you ask in return." 

"Only this: that you take me back to Burgundy as soon as you return!" 

"I will agree to these terms," Rolph said. So they shook hands through the 
barred window, and the girl gave him some instructions. 

"When they bring you your dinner tonight, you must be ready to move at once! 
Do you understand?" 

"Yes!" 

Rolph waited fretfully until evening. What if this was only another trap? 
Who could he trust in this strange country? He could feel the Persian 
eunuch's knife slicing through his nut-sac, and sweat poured from his 
shivering body. 

As the ancient city grew dark, Rolph heard the eunuch padding up to the door 
with his food-bowl. The bolt slid back and the door swung open. 

"So! Dinner for our honored guest--! " 

Before the eunuch could finish his sentence, he was struck a fatal blow to 
the back of the head, and he pitched into the cell, the back of his head a 
bloody pulp. The girl stood behind him, a battle-axe in her hands. 

"Hurry!" she cried. 

Stepping gingerly over the dead Persian, Rolph quickly followed the girl 
through the twisting corridors and streets of the old quarter, until at last 
they came to the Christian section where Rolph maintained his apartment. 

"How did you know where I lived?" he asked. 

"What do you care? Hurry up and get inside!" 

Rolph's servants and assistants were overjoyed to see him free and safe, and 
he gave them orders to pack everything immediately. He sent a messenger to 
the stable to have their horses prepared, and they were packed and ready to 
depart by the time the sun came up. 

Then Rolph said to the girl, "You have kept your part of the bargain, and 
now I shall keep mine! You may come with us all the way to Burgundy. But 
won't you tell me your name?" 

"No!" the girl said. 

By the first light of dawn they left Jerusalem, and within two day's time 
they were at Joppa, the port city. There Rolph arranged an ocean passage 
back to Europe, and from there they traveled overland back to Burgundy. The 
oriental girl was polite but very reserved, and to no one did she reveal her 
name. 

When they were back in Burgundy, Rolph said, "Now I have done as you asked! 
Before we say good-bye, is there anything else I can do for you? I recognize 
that I would have lost everything if it had not been for you, and I am 
deeply in your debt!" 

"Yes! There is one more thing you can do for me." 

"Only name it!" 

"I want you to present me to the king of Burgundy!" Now this was troublesome 
to Rolph, but he could not go back on his word. "Very well, I shall do this, 
but it causes me some discomfort to be presenting a nameless foreign girl to 
our king! Won't you at least now tell me who you are?" 

"Let me worry about that!" the girl answered. 

So Rolph requested an audience with Gunther, and it was readily granted, for 
their families had been close for years, and Gunther had heard rumors of 
Rolph's adventures in Palestine, and was anxious for his news. 

Therefore Rolph went up to the castle, and he took with him the girl, who 
wore an oriental-style veil across her face. When Rolph was announced in the 
court, he walked towards Gunther's throne with the girl on his arm. 

Gunther greeted his subject cordially, and then asked who his companion was. 

"My lord, you must forgive me, for in truth I do not know!" 

But then the girl raised her dainty hand and dropped the veil, and King 
Gunther leaped to his feet. 

"jasmine! Can it really be you?" 

"It is me, my lord! Are you happy to see me?" 

And so it was that Gunther heard the story of how Jasmine's wound gotten in 
Abdul's palace was not fatal after all, and how she had been nursed back to 
health, but had been in a coma until after the Burgundians had left. 

She told him how hard she had tried to find passage to Burgundy, and Rolph 
volunteered the story of her courage during his rescue from the 
whore-masters. 

King Gunther was delighted, of course, and his subjects shared his joy. 
Despite her low birth, the Burgundians insisted that Gunther take Jasmine to 
wife, and he did, and they had a long happy life together, and Jasmine gave 
Gunther many more sons and daughters to brighten his declining years. 

Gunther was so grateful to Rolph for bringing Jasmine to him that he raised 
him up to be a Duke, and gave him Princess Caroline in marriage, which 
proved to be a long and happy relationship for them both. 

King Gunther lived to be over seventy and then died a perfect death, being 
killed in battle fighting over a boundary dispute. He was followed by his 
grandson Gunther II, the son of Duke Charles and Princess Andrea. 


THE END
